Friday, 16 September 2011

The man on the train

Yesterday I got chatting to the business man sat opposite me on the train. 


At one point he asked if there would be someone waiting with a ramp at my destination station. 


"Hopefully!" I grin. And we chat a bit further how wheels affect travel.


Then he grinned.


"I bet you have great fun on them at times"


I could have hugged him. He didn't see my wheels as a statement of disability. He wasn't afraid of them. He saw them for what they are: a way of getting around that has its pros and cons.


And conversation moved on.


A stranger un-phased by my mode of transport, 


A man holding no predjudice. No belief that wheels need pity.


I doubt he'll ever realise how special it was for me.


I salute you, Mr Man-on-the-train.

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