A Step in the Right Direction

It is an amazing feeling when people notice and try to do something for you when you’re on a handicap.   That is certainly is the case when you’re on crutches.  You are the first one to enter the elevator, cars stop for you to cross the road (even though you were just standing around with no intention to cross the road) and you’re the first one to get served at any shop counter.  People can be good human beings when they want to. 

I actually get more attention and sympathy when I have the pants rolled up exposing the full length of the boot, making it look more serious.  When I have the pants down, I only get 'he'll get over it' attitudes.

I was standing around in the office of the Dental Surgery waiting to be called in.  An old gentleman got up and offered me his seat because he could see I was on crutches.  That was a bit of shock to me – it’s usually the other way around.  Maybe, it was his way of feeling better about himself, he is in better condition than me.  It’s only a thought and I shouldn’t be taking anything away from this nice man.  I am just not used to this role reversal.  I had to explain to dentists, nurses and receptionists what had happened to my foot.  Everybody in the room was keen to listen so I took a deep breath before I started my speech.  I was trying to down play my handicap which is what I did about any weaknesses, I had at the time, before a martial arts competition or street situation. I lifted myself off the ground and did other strange things I have picked up along the way using the crutches.  These sticks weren’t designed for acrobatics which almost flung me onto the ground.  I recovered well and it looked like part of the act; I almost got a standing ovation!  I discovered later, that day, one of the rubber feet had badly split.  I rang the pharmacy to claim on my warranty (with tongue in cheek) so I get another pair for new challenges.  I guess if there is any point to this blog it just shows the personality of a martial artist.

It is really amazing (not much fun, though) to spend 6 weeks with your leg in a cast with a couple of sticks taking you for walks but every day is a step forward (pardon the pun).