Since I’ve been in a wheelchair, I have all kinds of new ideas.
Like…do you remember Jimmy Stewert in the Hitchcock flick Rear Window? Who knows, maybe the neighbor is out to kill me. Maybe the neighbor’s DOG is really the murderer.
Like…do you ever think of the character Artie on Glee. The one that wants to dance so much, but is stuck singing show tunes. Really. Wouldn’t you want to die? Showtunes.
Like…I even though about the president Teddy Roosevelt. How he fought so hard andd…wha…..ohhh…wrong president, never mind. The other guy was pretty cool too.
Point is, these characters and guys-of-importance were in wheelchairs. Whether it was temporary or a bit for the screen or they wanted to be the next John Locke, they played the handicapped part to the max.
Most of these guys can stand up at the end of the day. It makes me mad some days that I can’t. It would sure be handy to have a way to turn it off.
It’s hard for the person I used to be. It’s difficult that my arms and legs don’t want to work yet. But I have to stop and wonder what it felt like to be Christopher Reeves and to have nothing work at all.
He was Superman.