Tuesday, 22 January 2013

A pathway to freedom.

The snow to my front door was 2-3 inches thick. One inch I can wheel through, more is excruciatingly hard work - or impossible.

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....

....and stopped.

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!")


  1. What lovely neighbours you have got :)
    Emily x

  2. The treacle description is a brilliant one, although I can walk, after 20 metres it feels like I'm wading through water, so I know what you mean. I get to 30m and it's treacle!

    I just wish more "Normals" would understand our lack of mobility.

    I also wish more were like your snow shovellers. May their God bless them.

    1. Thanks Anthony, I'm hoping that images like this help 'normals' understand us better. And I still don't know who my snow shoveller was.

  3. What a great picture. I suffer myself from cerebral palsy and find snow and especially slush or icy pavements a real problem when getting around on sticks.
    My neighbour did exactly the same cleared and salted my path when it was heavy a few months ago.
    I said thanks and He was like well he was clearing his and just carried on :)


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