Christmas shopping was unique for me last month.
I found that I could no longer walk long distances without feeling tired and nauseous, so my doc prescribed me some handicap parking placards, and for the first time ever, I did my Christmas shopping in a wheelchair.
It wasn’t bad!
Christmas shopping normally involves being packed like sardines in a mob of people with questionable hygiene habits… but when you’re in a wheelchair, people move.
Girlfriends were grabbing their tunnel-visioned beaus by the scruff of the neck to get out of the way, while parents dutifully scooped up their meandering little ones from the path of my rattling wheels.
It was a sight to behold, and I was delightfully filled with the Christmas spirit as my wife pushed me along on our merry way. Everyone smiles at you when you’re in a wheelchair. I should have done this sooner!
One drawback, however… was that the size of the chair made it impossible to navigate the narrow aisles inside some of the stores, so my wife would park me near the entrance while she ventured into the fray alone.
It was during one of these episodes when it happened.
I was reading a book while waiting for Mai when a small girl… couldn’t have been older than seven years of age… came over and sat on the ledge next to my wheelchair.
She stared at me for a while as I dutifully ignored her existence, and out of nowhere, she said, “Hi. I was wondering… why are Asian people’s eyes so squinty?”
If it wasn’t for her tender age, I would have felt a little insulted, but I have a soft spot for children so it didn’t bother me in the least.
I turned to her with a smile and said, “It’s REALLY sunny in the Orients.”
Then I went back to reading my book.
Please help me in my quest to raise public awareness on how cancer originating from Hepatitis B (the cancer that I have) can be easily prevented. One simple test can save someone their life. Learn more by visiting my Donation Page.