I posted someone else’s story, about the not-quite-accessible status of places she goes. I’d said that I agree, that while I’m able to walk when needed, but achieving the minimum level of accessibility to be “certified”, and get the tax-break, without making it truly accessible, is wrong.
With how my disability is, I’m able to look upon my scooter as a car. I don’t go into stores, usually because I can’t. I bring a walker with me. You see it on the back.
I follow all traffic rules, stopping at stop signs and the like, because “they” require me to park it like a car when I get to some stores.
Here’s an example. This is an “accessible” store. This is its front entrance. My scooter is roughly 8 feet long. The door to the wall is roughly 3.5 feet, with a 90 degree turn, in a space roughly 3 feet wide.
This isn’t the only one, not even close, which why I’m not going to say their name. They know that because they’re only a tenant, that they’re unable to do too much, but they try really damn hard.
There has been a lot of talk about concussions, including the movie with Will Smith, but for the life of me I still am stunned/amazed/shocked at the number of times that I see or hear people who have no idea how prevalent it is, or pretty much anything about them.
In today’s Ottawa Citizen there’s a story about it, and the first paragraph says it:
OTTAWA — Roughly half of Canadians know little to nothing about the perils of sports-related concussive injuries, nor where to turn to find information on how to avoid falling victim to them, suggests a newly released federal survey.
Please read this article, learn about it, and be part of the small percentage of people who know about the injury.
Thanks to technology what was once straightforward, like fixing your car, is beyond the norm for most people. Everything is getting more complex, with high-tech means of doing what was once straightforward, that doing something yourself isn’t the norm anymore. But, while with the evolution of technology came the complication of what used to be simple, comes the the next evolution. What was once simple, but made complex, has entered a whole new dimension. With the evolution of Tesla, cars that were once simple, are now ultra-complex. However, people don’t think that they could fix it, because they never used to. The change to ultra high tech has another plus, people don’t feel bad for not knowing how to fix it.
I was stressing a bit the last little while, because while the weather wasn’t terrible, it was to rain the three days before, and it was to be misty that day. But, I checked this morning, and holy cow, it’s more than perfect. The day before will be sunny, which might be a bit hot, but on walk-day it’ll be PERFECT.
The media-push is starting. This morning, in about 2 hours, I’ll be on the radio! And, on Tuesday I’ll be on TV! There’s something that I’d like to share there, that’s not done by typing, is the fact that while a brain injury can be debilitating, it’s sometimes invisible. I’ve hated how I was, a lot sometimes, but in the last little while I’ve come to realize that it could be worse. I’m visibly-disabled, because I can’t walk properly, I wear prism glasses, and I have a speech impediment. I’m offered help, cars stop for me to cross, and I don’t ever need to ask for help.
Back before the crash, before CSE, and even before I worked in Public Works, I worked at Nortel. When I was hired, I was hired into the research arm, Bell-Northern Research (or BNR). The military bought the Carling campus, for $800 Million. I’ve got plenty of memories survived the crash, of the various buildings that I worked in. I was outsourced, to PwC, for a few years, then rehired when they realized that that wasn’t the brightest of decisions. I learned that while my paycheque said that I worked for them, I wasn’t invited to, or able to go to, any event of theirs. I was a PwC employee – sort of. I remember feeling without a home, because Nortel threw me out, and who took me in, didn’t.
This year’s walk is looking to be more than awesome, it’ll be…awesometastic? I don’t know the right term, but whatever it’ll be, it’ll be that. The walk is 39 days away, and holy cow, it’s going to be awesome! If you’ve been to one before, you know how from how awesome it was that it’s going to be better! Please click-to-register, collect some pledges, and be awesome!
The Wings of Phoenix Association is the lemonade that Glennis Easey formed from the lemons that her husband (Robin Easey) was served. On September 1, 1984, Sgt. Robin Easey was shot in the line of duty resulting in a catastrophic brain injury and physical disabilities. As Robin went through various stages of rehabilitation, Glennis began to realize the gaps in services for acquired brain injury. Glennis returned to university a couple of years after Robin was so catastrophically injured, and five years later was awarded a M.Ed. (Counselling). This degree gave her the skills she needed to dedicate her professional life to helping people who had sustained brain injuries. Glennis had remained in contact with Dr. Pierre Turgeon, who she originally met immediately following the shooting, in his role as a psychologist with the Nepean Police Force. Very aware that there are many individuals who are unable to afford therapy, Glennis and Dr. Turgeon created the Wings of Phoenix Association and procured charitable status for it. The Wings of Phoenix opens its doors to individuals who have sustained head injuries and their families. Thanks to the generosity of private and corporate donors, it has been able to provide therapy for hundreds of persons and their families, offering rehabilitation services to those who otherwise cannot afford such crucial therapy. In so doing, it has paved the way for these clients to live much happier and fulfilling lives.
I do a talk at the hospital every month, as part of PARTY (http://partyprogram.com), to help kids make the right choices. That’s the core element of what I share about – choice. I ask the kids that the next time they’re faced with something new, and they hesitate, to ask themselves this: Is this something that I can’t do, or won’t.
I’m permanently disabled because of the wrong choice that someone made. I can’t swim as I used to, I can’t ride a conventional bicycle, and I can’t run as I used to. But, while doing something as I used to isn’t possible anymore, when faced doing it, I choose to find alternate ways. Swimming is something that I think will be impossible, because drowning is a likely result, however, the others can be adapted. It’s not likely possible that I’ll do a triathlon again, but I could do a duathlon.
On the left is my tricycle, and on the right is the Alinker. It’s a walking-ride. I could get one, train to use it to “run” the part of the duathlon.
The next time that you find yourself faced with something that you’ve never done before, and you’re hesitating, ask yourself this: Can’t I do it, or won’t I?
Today is my first blog entry that’s written by me, entirely, and not from the newspaper. I haven’t written one in a while, like 2 or 3 years.
Rather than start to go on about this or that, what I’ll do is share what I think. I think that I’ll start to write about the charities for whom we support, what they do, and who they support. I’ll post random questions as I go, asking the world their opinion, and for some ideas! In time, I’ll get more into the blogging concept, but for now it’s very new to me!