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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