A while ago Pete and I were asked to speak at a conference.
Not just “A” conference, but “the” conference.
Pete was stuck in a really tough spot.
We pretty much had to make a choice to go back when I didn’t handle crowds at all and I thought road signs were totally dangerous.
Luckily, most of that has changed now.
Hearing in large crowds isn’t great, but I don’t think that traffic cones might kill us.
I’ll be totally honest that I’m nervous like I’ve never been before.
I think of the people who will be seeing me for the first time. I think of the gawkers, the starers, the look-but-pretend-you-aren’t-so-she-won’t-see-you-ers. I’m just vain enough to worry about the fact that I won’t be wearing lipstick. It will be odd when I explain the tape on my glasses. I’ll be short in my wheelchair.
Then I think about the people that I have had the chance to meet face-to-face.
The old pre-coma me, with quickness and wit, warmth and compassion. A need for patience when everything is RUSH RUSH RUSH. I remember. I’ve been there.
Will they be harsh?
I have no idea. I hope not, but I really don’t know.