We were walking back to our economy Quality Inn motel room in Clinton, Mississippi after an average supper at a little place called Froghead Grill.
“Is that a guy in a wheelchair?”
Sure enough, a man was pushing himself down the middle of the street in a wheelchair. This street ran through a maze of even economy-er motels and ho-hum chain restaurants. The cars didn’t slow down much as he took cruised along the middle turn lane.
Every ten feet or so he would stop to take a break, and then start pushing again. As he neared the entrance of a convenience store, i could see he was a double amputee. I wondered out loud, “Do you think I should offer to help him?” Some are offended by such an offer. Others are grateful.
“He’ll probably want a handout.”
Good point. Naturally I had no cash. I know I should keep a few bucks in my pocket.
We barely made it across several busy streets to get back to our motel. This guy didn’t even flinch in the face of oncoming traffic.
Brave? Foolish? Determined? Fearless? Didn’t care? I’d guess all of the above.
Waite for it... 