You know how excited people get when they see the GoogleMaps car out and about? Well, I would be super excited if I could ride in one!
Transportation is difficult for many people with disabilities. In addition to physical conditions making it impossible for some to drive (i.e., blindness), others lack the financial resources to modify vehicles or pay a chauffeur. My back hurts too much to entrust it to careless paratransit drivers, and even when I could ride paratransit, it often took two hours to travel fourteen miles.
I see driverless cars as the solution to many of these difficulties. The ease of rolling in, typing in an address, and going is awe-inspiring. It would mean freedom. I could meet friends for drinks, see the doctor regularly, and actually go grocery shopping.
Go technology!
Showing posts with label wheelchair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wheelchair. Show all posts
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Fly in a Private Jet
Sorry for the lapse in posts; I have been away at two power (wheelchair) soccer tournaments and had trouble accessing the internet. Over the course of ten days we flew to Tampa, Minneapolis, and back to Indy. AirTran broke my armrest on one flight, and we accidentally left my breathing machine on another. Despite these setbacks, my biggest fear remains getting on and off the plane. I hate transferring into a seat, both because it hurts to sit without support and because the people who do the transfers are incompetent about half the time.
So, I'd like to fly on a private jet, try it out at least once. I want to stay in my chair during the flight, and be able to pull up to a table so I can feed myself peanuts and ginger ale. I could turn and look out the windows. And let's face it guys. A plane with a bed is the only way I'll be joining the mile high club...
So, I'd like to fly on a private jet, try it out at least once. I want to stay in my chair during the flight, and be able to pull up to a table so I can feed myself peanuts and ginger ale. I could turn and look out the windows. And let's face it guys. A plane with a bed is the only way I'll be joining the mile high club...
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Monday, May 21, 2012
Be the Next Bachelorette
Casting Director for The Bachelorette, will you accept this rose? Let's look for love together. I want to be the next Bachelorette!
Come on, it will be ratings gold. As much as I really like Ali and Emily, I don't think the "average" woman can relate. Of course guys are going to fall for gorgeous blondes. And how could you not fall in love canoeing through waterfalls and exploring castles?
My season will be different. First, the bombshell will not be me, but the fact that the Bachelorette is in a wheelchair. Yes, those awkward introductions can get even more awkward. Some of the guys might just walk off the show. Perhaps others will stay on to gain publicity, but say mean stuff about me during their individual interviews. But can you imagine how the audience would react if the girl in the wheelchair got Bentley-ed? They'd rally.
Of course, the dates wouldn't be as exciting. No jumping out of helicopters for me. We'd play Uno and Ticket to Ride. If they gave me nerds, I suppose we could crack open Catan. I would like to travel as they do on the show, but instead of exotic beaches, we'd need to go to metropolitan destinations. Athens would be awesome. Since hosting the Paralympics, I hear that area of Greece is now super-accessible. Toward the end, I guess I could assent to the beach; the guys just need time to prove I wouldn't get dropped.
Because of the circumstances, though, I feel like if I did find love on the show that it would last. It would be real. We'd have to engage in activities like problem-solving, and there would be no way (at least for me) to hide my faults. People who watch could relate, or even think I'm worse-off then they are. And so when I found love, it would give a message of hope rather than fantasy. Prove true love is real. That's something I'd be okay with being the poster child for...
Come on, it will be ratings gold. As much as I really like Ali and Emily, I don't think the "average" woman can relate. Of course guys are going to fall for gorgeous blondes. And how could you not fall in love canoeing through waterfalls and exploring castles?
My season will be different. First, the bombshell will not be me, but the fact that the Bachelorette is in a wheelchair. Yes, those awkward introductions can get even more awkward. Some of the guys might just walk off the show. Perhaps others will stay on to gain publicity, but say mean stuff about me during their individual interviews. But can you imagine how the audience would react if the girl in the wheelchair got Bentley-ed? They'd rally.
Of course, the dates wouldn't be as exciting. No jumping out of helicopters for me. We'd play Uno and Ticket to Ride. If they gave me nerds, I suppose we could crack open Catan. I would like to travel as they do on the show, but instead of exotic beaches, we'd need to go to metropolitan destinations. Athens would be awesome. Since hosting the Paralympics, I hear that area of Greece is now super-accessible. Toward the end, I guess I could assent to the beach; the guys just need time to prove I wouldn't get dropped.
Because of the circumstances, though, I feel like if I did find love on the show that it would last. It would be real. We'd have to engage in activities like problem-solving, and there would be no way (at least for me) to hide my faults. People who watch could relate, or even think I'm worse-off then they are. And so when I found love, it would give a message of hope rather than fantasy. Prove true love is real. That's something I'd be okay with being the poster child for...
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Take a Piggyback Ride on a Basketball Player
Yeah, I know this one is totally out-of-the-box, but that's what this blog is about. Hear me out...
I used to enjoy watching the Pacers. Remember, I'm from Indiana, and I was a kid before the rise of Peyton Manning and the debacle that was (is?) Ron Artest. Basketball was still a way of life here. Make-A-Wish even invited me to meet the Pacers one night. It was pretty cool. Isaiah Thomas promised to vote for me if I even run for political office. I delivered a love letter to Sam Perkins from one of my teachers. Reggie Miller bent down to talk to me, and in so doing stuck his butt directly in the face of my friend. (The mascot kept wiggling his own butt at my friend the rest of the night.)
Anyway, the Pacers are finally doing well again! And my sister is a huge fan of the Oklahoma City Thunder. As such, we've been watching a lot of basketball. The other day, we watched the Thunder cream the Mavericks, and Jason Kidd looked diminutive next to Backpack (Kevin Durant), Mohawk (James Harden), and Booty Tooch (Derek Fisher). I decided then that it would be awesome to be as tall as or taller than a basketball player. Hence, taking a piggyback ride on a basketball player.
Besides, I'm sick of a wheelchair being my only mode of transport.
I used to enjoy watching the Pacers. Remember, I'm from Indiana, and I was a kid before the rise of Peyton Manning and the debacle that was (is?) Ron Artest. Basketball was still a way of life here. Make-A-Wish even invited me to meet the Pacers one night. It was pretty cool. Isaiah Thomas promised to vote for me if I even run for political office. I delivered a love letter to Sam Perkins from one of my teachers. Reggie Miller bent down to talk to me, and in so doing stuck his butt directly in the face of my friend. (The mascot kept wiggling his own butt at my friend the rest of the night.)
Anyway, the Pacers are finally doing well again! And my sister is a huge fan of the Oklahoma City Thunder. As such, we've been watching a lot of basketball. The other day, we watched the Thunder cream the Mavericks, and Jason Kidd looked diminutive next to Backpack (Kevin Durant), Mohawk (James Harden), and Booty Tooch (Derek Fisher). I decided then that it would be awesome to be as tall as or taller than a basketball player. Hence, taking a piggyback ride on a basketball player.
Besides, I'm sick of a wheelchair being my only mode of transport.
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