There is a feeling I get when I stand in front of someone’s home, before walking the zigzag journey to their front door on a wheelchair ramp. When I see a ramp it doesn’t tell me that someone inside is weak or disabled.
The wheelchair ramp tells me they haven’t given up.
It tells me they are shaking their fists at the hand they were dealt and they refuse to stay inside. They will go out and about and they will live their lives.
A wheelchair ramp is not a sign of weakness.
It is a sign of unimaginable strength and resilience and a reminder to everyone that there is an elasticity in all of us that can stretch beyond any obstacle in order to be free and independent.