Last evening there was a Christmas parade downtown in my home town. The Grinch was there, running place to place and reading stories to kiddies.
The lighting of the park with lots of twinkle lights and various Christmas scenes could be holding to the eye. It was chilly. There were lots of people, including elderly , young, srollers, and a couple of scooters, mine included.
I was for the first time very aware that I am out of the normal box of life. I felt out of place, disabled and I almost felt like screaming at my Parkinson .
People were rude. They would see me and not stand to the side to let my scooter by. Kids ran in front of me, forcing my eyes to be taken away from the beautiful view of lights and focus more on the lives around me.
My brother used to say he felt bad that he had to be on a scooter when I took him out in public, and now I understand . I doubt if I go back into that environment again, because next time, I may say something instead of pasting my smile on while they almost run me off the path.