I was walking in the parking lot the other day when I tripped over a curb and sprained my ankle. My mobility changed in a split second. I went from walking 4 miles and working out every day to having to depend on devices and people to get me around.
We had a trip to Victoria planned for the weekend so I thought it would be wonderful to rent a knee scooter. It is a device that I can rest my bad leg on and use my good one to push myself around. Easy peasy I thought to myself. This will get me around as if it never happened.
We decided to go out for dinner on Government Street. On the way, we stopped at a souvenir store where I reached for a keychain on display. This caused my scooter to tip over. No one came to assist me. I pulled myself up and rolled down a few blocks to the bank. As I was retrieving my money from the ATM, I dropped my purse. The lady next to me immediately came over to help me pick up my bag and it’s contents.
I was getting tired of pushing myself, so my son helped me maneuver the final block to the restaurant. It was a long hill and he used all of his strength to get me to the top. I would have never have made it without him.
That night, I started to reflect on my day. I had experienced a wide range of attitudes towards my mobility. I wondered about other people who struggle with mobility. What happens to them when there is no one around to help?
This experience has made more aware of how difficult getting around can be. If a ramp isn’t the right grade you can lose control. If there is no handrail you cannot get up the stairs. If no one is around to open the door, you cannot get into the restroom.
I know that the next time that I encounter a person with mobility issues; I will be more patient and tolerant. I will also offer my assistance. I would challenge you to do the same.
I am truly grateful that my sprain is short-lived.