When I was injured in 1992, we were told I had little chance to make it. After some rehab at Rancho Los Amigos in Downey California, I was told I'd be dependent on a vent and I'd never breathe on my own. But, fortunately, the course my life has taken hasn't been what was predicted.
At times along this journey, I've noticed that people will glance at me and sometimes stare; certainly, not being rude but just wondering about my injury or feeling bad for my situation. I think the perception is that, because you're in a wheelchair, you're supposed to be sad or depressed.
Sometimes, I'll be at the mall or at the grocery store. Then someone will glance and give me a solemn diluted smile. Then, I WINK at them. I t always elicits such a warm response and hopefully makes people wonder, "What is he thinking".
If I can make people smile as they go home or even remind them to be positive for even a moment, then I've done something for someone else.......