Fair on Wheels

Friends are the ones who say they'll push you around the fair in a wheelchair.
Best friends are the ones who actually do it.

I felt like a little kid being pushed around in a stroller.
It was like going back in time to my childhood only last night, my "parents" weren't fighting.

As my buds rode the rides I enjoyed them vicariously, grateful that I wasn't the one strapped into a metal car being flipping around through space.
Two years ago I went on the Swiss Bob. I screamed and braced myself while thinking 'never again'!
Screwing with my center of gravity is not fun the way it used to be.

My thrill ride was being pulled backward over the many bumps, wires and hoses that snake their way across the blacktop between rides and kiosks on the fair ground.

Thank God for my friends who were willing to do that for me.
They never once complained.
They never made me feel like a burden.

When it was time to make my yearly visit to the World's Smallest Woman her little dollhouse venue had already closed. The rain kept the crowds away last night so many attractions shut up early.

As we were proceeding to our car in the handicap parking area I spotted another woman in a wheelchair. It's impolite to stare at people in wheelchairs but it's ok for two wheelchair people to to spend an extra few seconds to check each other out.

We looked at each other as if to say "yeah, me too".
We looked at each others chairs.

She glanced at the brace on my knee and knew my wheelchair days were temporary.
I quickly assessed her condition and knew she was a "lifer".
She'd always needed that chair and always will, at least for long distances.

It was the little woman.

At first I didn't recognize her outside the trappings of her Worlds' Smallest Woman booth. Outside the fair in her black wheelchair in the black parking lot she was just a very small person with legs too short to carry her from the mainway to her car.

Outside the fair we were just two women on wheels checking each other out in the handicap section of the parking lot.

I was happy to see she had a good, motorized chair to get her around.
I was thankful I got to see her as a person instead of an oddity.

I thanked God for my healing knee.
I thanked God for my friends.
And for the first time in God knows how long I looked at the picture
we had take at the front gate (see above) and liked it.
My friends and I looked happy and beautiful.

No complaints this time around.
We really are beautiful.

*Lisa's Video Pick of the Day*
At least once a day I pretend I'm Joe Swanson
saying, "Let's do this!!"
lol
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