I’m grateful that my marginally
disabled friend occasionally gives me needed car rides, but I feel I would appreciate
him even more if it didn’t bother me so much when I watch him repeat specific parking patterns in the reserved handicapped spots.
When he first tried to obtain a
permit for these, his physician wouldn’t sign for a placard and advised him
that walking more would help immensely. He doctor shopped to secure one,
not telling the other physicians what the first advised. Perhaps my friend
exaggerated his difficulty, trying to gain quick empathy, because I see this
too when he aims to park in reserved spots, with regular ones equally available
mere steps away.
It’s as if he wants to identity with
being disabled. I sometimes ask him, what about if someone with a more
challenging disability direly needs the spot he’s just snagged? Someone blind who’s
experienced a horrific crash or a quadriplegic needing wide berth, (which those
spots provide) for maneuvering wheelchairs? But my friend simply insists for
him, that it’s “first come, first serve.”
I would hope for on snow days my
friend would don proper shoes or use lightweight cleats. And call on me to
guide him to the door. If my friend would consider more mindful consideration
toward those with less ambulatory capabilities, it would be a nice turn of a
walk for him to take.
Perhaps a specific woman reading
this will look at it and say, “I would never want to behave like Him.” Not realizing that
is actually her to whom I refer, but changed her gender for just this reason.
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