Recently I've been staying close to home because of health issues, and it's caused me to appreciate my TravelScoot in a whole new way. With my scoot, all I have to do to find an adventure is head out my front door.
I live in a beautiful older neighborhood, with lots of trees and green stuff. Here I am headed down the street. I have a plastic bag hanging over the handle, and you can also see the straps of the bag I use to hold my portable oxygen tank.
Not too far from my house is the type of shopping center you might remember from your childhood, before the advent of big box stores. I often pass through it on the way to Sammy's Grill, a popular local place, when Rhonda meets me at my house and we scoot over for a long lunch and lots of visiting.
A few days ago I needed to mail a few packages so I loaded them on my TravelScoot and headed over to Quantum Express. I had hardly made it through the front door when the man at the counter looked up and called me Speedy! He'd been watching me scoot past and was amazed at how fast I flew by on my little scooter.
He put a smile on my face, but also made me think about how some might see using a scooter as a negative, a display of disability. But with mine, I've been meeting neighbors, keeping up with what's blooming and getting the chance to enjoy the sunshine -- what a gift of ability.