A friend at work who sits in a high-traffic area was telling me she is starting to recognize the gaits of her co-workers. The person who works next to her, for instance, or the friend down the hall.
I figure I am easy to hear coming: whether it is the electric hum of my power chair, the rattle of my manual chair, Claren's tags or her feet hitting the tiled floor. Claren's feet are how she knows it's me, she said.
But another person chimed in that they know it is me by my laugh, which she said was very distinctive.
That's pretty awesome. Maybe I am more than my wheelchair and disability.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
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5 comments:
Maybe? I think definitely, and I am glad you finally said it b/c we have been telling you that forever you dummy. <3
ejd
amen, sister.
Judy
I'm glad you realize this now!! : )
EMT
SHUT IT and answer the question: Is distinctive good?
I'd say it's certainly better than some other alternatives...shall I list them for you?
xo
ejd
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