It isn't something I ever thought of before I became a wheelchair user. Something I only realised when it became personally (and selfishly) relevant.
Yesterday I had to go out. I opened my front door, ready to fight my way to the carpark....
The snow had gone.
Not melted everywhere, just gone from my path.
My path was clear, from my door to the carpark. Not only shovelled, but salted too.
A pathway to freedom.
And I don't know who did it.
Whoever it was showed insight and thoughtfulness, and I am very, very grateful.
I cannot thank them because I don't know who to thank, so I thought I'd say thanks in the way I do best:
(Sign reads: "To whoever cleared and salted the path to my door: THANK YOU!")