Tools of the Trade?
“I remember when we got a walker for my father. He hated it. Hated everything about it. Perhaps what he hated most of all was the fact was that he needed it.”
I'm home from the hospital, but I'm not able to get by entirely on my own. So they sent me home with some tools.
I remember when we got a walker for my father. He hated it. Hated everything about it. Perhaps what he hated most of all was the fact was that he needed it. It reminded him every day that, bit by bit, he was losing his independence.
Twenty years later, I have a walker. And I need it. I use it to stand up. I use it to get around the house. I use it to feel just a little more confident when I'm walking.
But maybe I'm saying a little bit more than that. Maybe, by accepting the walker, I'm saying I recognize that I need help. I cannot do this alone. I couldn't get through a single day of it alone.
For so many years, I remembered my father's reaction to his walker. I guess I dreaded the day when I might be in the same position. Now that I'm here, I'm glad they make them. And the last thing I worry about is my pride.
I have things to do. And the walker is a tool that helps me do them.
7:39 AM ET | 10-30-2007 | permalink


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