One Saturday, as usual, I drove to the National Spinal Injury Hospital (NSIH). When I got there, I requested a gentleman, whom I later learnt was a brother to one of the patients, to help me get on my wheelchair. He was amazed!
“So you drive? And you cannot walk? Yet you’re such warm and joyful person,” he said to me.
“Oh, yes,” I replied, “And I was once a patient here, for seven months.”
His brother, just like me, was involved in a grisly road accident and suffered spinal cord injury. Like any other new-found friend he wanted to know more about me and my injury, and why it did not seem to be an issue. Continue Reading »