About two weeks ago Kristine and I decided to take a stroll through the neighborhood with Gracie, being that the weather was so pleasant. Although Gracie can walk, she does so on her terms, which is why we wheel her in a wheelchair whenever we go for walks, shopping, etc. Gracie has a habit of just laying down when she’s decided she’s had enough. Imagine standing in line at the checkout in a grocery store, and your 10 year-old child just lays down on the floor, amongst all the other people and shopping carts waiting in line. Anyway, back to our walk… we load Gracie into the crappy wheelchair we have for her. I say the chair is crappy because of the four tiny wheels the chair is equipped with. These wheels are adequate only for transporting a person across large expanses of seamless surfaces with glass-like finishes. Okay, I exaggerate a little, but if you’re not paying attention and encounter a crack with a raised edge, you’d think you ran into a wall. Fortunately, we have not yet launched Gracie from her chair to the ground. Although it probably helps that she’s buckled in.

So Kristine, Gracie, and I are walking, and a man named Ken pulls up alongside of us in his truck. Ken, who I had never met until this point, happens to live in our neighborhood. He tells us his mother had passed away, and that she has a really nice wheelchair he’d like to give to us if we were interested. We, of course, take Ken up on his offer. What a difference the new chair (pictured above) makes on our walks now! I went online and learned these chairs cost at least $200 in used condition. We’re so grateful to this man’s generosity, that he would donate his mother’s wheelchair to us.