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Wednesday, 29 March 2017


Whatever people might say about me behind my back, I am very fortunate in that the people I meet in everyday life are generally very nice.

I was abruptly reminded today that there are other types of people. A workman parked his pick up truck on the pavement right in front of me, forcing me to walk into the road around it. I mean, it must be obvious to anybody that I am disabled and struggling. "Thank you for your consideration", I said. "What's the matter? You can walk, can't you?"

Yes, I can walk. I learned to again last year during my month in hospital.

I must admit that I feel that the stroke played with my emotions a bit, but the positive side of these incidents is probably that they invoke the same kind of reaction that I'd have recognised in the "old me".

1 comment:

  1. Funnily enough, I was doing something yesterday and I happened to see the definition of a "hate crime". Apparently saying something offensive to someone because they are disabled falls into that category. So, something I could easily allege. So if this kind of thing ever happens again...999. I wonder what kind of priority the police would attach to it? On the one hand, it seems something very trivial, just as an event in itself. But on the other hand, it's not very pleasant to live somewhere which is full of hate crimes. I'm sure their commissioner/chief constable would be aware of this.