January – the time of New Year’s resolutions… And, as it happens, it’s the month which contains the anniversary of my accident.
Yes, three years ago I went from Walking Niall to Wheeling Niall.
This makes January not only a very reflective month but also one of new beginnings, good and bad, as history dictates.
But even thinking about my last sentence I realise ‘bad’ is, strictly speaking, not true. On a recent train journey to Leeds (for NYE celebrations) I found myself listening to the ubiquitous Adele. As we all know, her lyrics are tear-jerkers and very touching. It made me think about the past year(s).
Being tech-savvy, and attention-seeking, I posted this on Facebook.
Something along the lines of ‘listening to Adele and reflecting on 2011 – thanks to all involved’.
The response was immediate, with lovely messages from friends, gleefully bolstering my sentimental Adele-induced joy.
And this got me thinking. With my anniversary fast approaching and three years to look back on, during a boozy New Year spent with old friends, it dawned on me just how lucky I am. It’s very easy to dwell on the negatives of disability, and yes there are many (don’t worry I’ll be back to whingeing soon).
But in a late-night heart- to-heart with one of my friends, she told me ‘you live in a bubble of niceness’.
What she meant is that everyone is nice to me regardless; I get to see the best of society.
It’s true. People are gracious, caring, friendly and smile relentlessly – bending over backwards to help me. I guess three years on I have forgotten aspects of the old world I lived in – grumpy Britain: everyone in a rush, indignant earphones in, somewhat oblivious to others.
Now when I go out in my area, I’m recognised and warmly greeted by shopkeepers, cafe owners and the supermarket checkout staff.
So much so, it feels like a safety net, a kind of extended family.
This, I’m sure, is related to my disability and perseverance to beat my injury and be seen as a part of normality.
It almost feels like a sense of celebrity. After all, who doesn’t want a life of compliments and special privileges? Especially without the paparazzi!
Travelling home, I listened to Adele once more and reflected on my visit to Leeds. I recalled the high-fives and handshakes as I did wheelies around the dance floor.
I guess being in a wheelchair can secretly be... quite fun.
A very Happy New Year one and all.
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