This poem was written by Sister Janet Thielges, OSB and posted on her monastery's website. https://sbm.osb.org It speaks for itself and can serve as a wake-up call about some of our unconscious assumptions or biases.
Life in a Wheel Chair
I fell
and injured my back.
I can see, hear and talk
and my mind is as sharp as a whistle.
Ninety.
Wheelchairs.
Bring on changes.
They minimize visits.
“Can anyone who can’t walk, talk?”
Seems not.
Shopping.
With companion.
Person I knew came by.
Greeted only my companion.
Ah well!
Today.
A gent “gets” it.
“Did she fall?” asked a lady.
“Ask her. She can talk,” said the gent.
I’m real!
I smiled.
It made my day.
The wheelchair’s a helpful thing;
but I never stop being a person.
Thank you!
Janet Thielges, OSB
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