One early morning my dog and I drove to the downtown square so we both could get some exercise. We had a great time of strolling around the square. After we finished we headed back to the car underneath the parking deck. As we got closer to the car I noticed someone had parked within the white lines. (sometimes they are blue)
These white lines that are between two handicapped parking spaces serve a purpose. That purpose is for the ramp that comes out for the wheelchair to exit out of the vehicle.
When another car has crossed the boundary into the white lines, it prevents someone else who needs to let their ramp out and to the pavement to either get out of the vehicle or enter into the vehicle.
For me, the problem was entering the vehicle as I had just returned from walking my dog. I was faced with a problem at this point.
Knowing it was going to be very difficult, I first made sure my dog was safely in the car. Then I carefully climbed in the vehicle. Afterward, I had to get on my knees to pull in my wheelchair. Once finished bringing in my wheelchair, I held onto the drivers seat and pulled myself up into my wheelchair.
Once I was able to safely enter my wheelchair, I noticed blood on my jeans in the knee area. The pressure from the bottom of my vehicle against my knees from pulling my wheelchair in the car caused a sore on both.
Thankfully I am strong enough to pull my wheelchair back into the car. This might not be the case for other disabled drivers.
Please be aware that these lines in the handicapped parking spaces serve a specific purpose. A purpose that allows the person in a wheelchair to access the parking space.
This is Chancey, my dog. She is nearing 4 years old. I got her at the Humane Society a year after my mom died. She has helped me tremendously. Before I got her I was having a season of deep depression. My mom died, then my grandmother died soon after. I began to lose interest in the things I once held dear. But one thing was always true regardless of my feelings of depression; I had a comfort zone that I had a difficult time breaking. I struggled with things like taking a mere, “walk”, down the street by myself. Going off my street certainly didn’t happen!
Once I got Chancey, I was off and running! Chancey helped me fight through my anxiety to a level that I had never seen. Because of Chancey, I went from fear of rolling up and down my street to rolling all over the downtown area. Chancey has helped bridge a gap I had longed to see.
When trained properly, dogs can be a great source of freedom for people with disabilities. Life sure has changed for the better in my case! Very soon, I’ll even have a new puppy. Chancey and I will be welcoming a Newfoundland. I can’t wait! I’ll talk more about how dogs have played an important role in my life as time progresses.