I emphatically love dogs.  Going on walks with mine is often the highlight of my day.  Often times, though, walking dogs can be tiresome.  Especially when you have energetic dogs!  They tend to need more walks then I can give them in pushing strength through my manual wheelchair.

While down at my father’s over the long weekend I asked him if I could borrow the scooter. (He has kept one there for me to use around his property.). He was happy to lend it to me.  

That was the best idea!  Now Chancey and Grace get really good excercise.  On top of that; each dog (walked separately) gets some quality time to bond with me.  

If you have dogs, and have a disability, maybe you already have a scooter and walk your dogs often.  If not, I want to recommend you try it.  See if it revolutionizes your dog walks the way it has mine.  Until next time…

From the earliest moments in my childhood I was taught to never stare at other people because it was rude.  Here’s the catch; I got stared at a lot!  With the stares came uncomfortable questions: “Why are you so little?” 

Of course that led to a sense of insecurity.   Between my secondary issues I faced mostly as a kid, and all the stares, sometimes going to school was not so much fun.

Today, people still stare at me.  Especially little kids.  For me, it’s interesting to watch the parent’s response.   The parent’s are often put in a very uncomfortable place.

How one mom changed my thinking.

I was shopping for groceries one day when a mom came up to me and asked if her child could approach me to ask a couple of questions.

Naturally, I wasn’t going to turn and roll away.  The child wanted to know why I was in a wheelchair and why I was so small.

I could see that this child wasn’t staring at me just because I looked differently.  This child was staring out of curiosity. 

I don’t remember how I answered, but I do remember thanking the mom for allowing her child to learn something about me and from me. 

While staring is viewed as rude to the general public, I have learned that staring can be valuable if it honors the person of whom is being stared. 

To any parent who faces this awkward moment, I would encourage you to go up to the person in a wheelchair and simply ask if they can speak to your child.  

If you’re the person in a wheelchair, I hope you will take the time speak to a curious child who wants to ask uncomfortable questions. 

I believe the more we are educated about one another, no matter whether it involves a disability or not, the highest walls can be torn down and we’ll have the opportunity to see each other as people created in the image of God. 

I thoroughly enjoy a road trip.  There was the time when my family and I got into a camper and drove up the Eastern states.   One of the funniest things happened on this trip.  We were all so stressed because two of the kids were constantly arguing.   Apparently that stress really got to me by the time we hit up state New York.

We were 45 minutes up the road headed toward Canada when my step mom looks back and asks, “Trey, where’s your chair?”  Yep. I had forgotten to ask someone to put my wheelchair in the camper.  We drove 45 minutes back to the restaurant and my wheelchair was sitting in the parking lot where I had climbed in. 

I have a good bit of experience in airplane travel, too. My late cousin and I traveled to see my mom and step dad while they were living in Italy.  They lived so far north that we were able to enjoy a meal in Italy, France, and Switzerland, in the same day.  I loved crossing the different cultures. 

My grandfather flew the company plane when he worked.  I remember times when he would let me fly the plane once he got it in the air.  Exhilarating!  I’ve also traveled commercially, too. One of the perks I get when flying alone is that someone is always waiting to help me get through the airport to catch a connecting flight. 

The most difficult part of traveling for me was when I took my first solo road trip in my car.  I was filled with anxiety.  But I remember when I crossed the Lake Hartwell Bridge, my first trip in the car alone, out of my state.  Once I got over the bridge, I felt like I had “made it” It was like a rite of passage for me.   As a kid crossing that bridge with my family, I had always looked forward to the day I could do it myself.

I am so thankful for the airlines and how efficient they are in helping people in wheelchairs.  

Tonight, even, my sister and I have talked about taking a trip with her family to Alaska in 2017.   That’s a place I have always wanted to visit.    More to come on that in the future!

As a person in a wheelchair, I take independence very seriously.  For me, the more independence leads to more confidence, which leads to more freedom.  

Achieving independence for me has no doubt been a team effort.  Whether it’s helping me up a flight of stairs, teaching me how to cook, or helping me get out of my comfort zone, if you’ve had any part whatsoever in this, I want to say, “Thank You!” 

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.





Perhaps you have experienced this, too.   One day I was with someone in a restaurant when the server took our order.  It went something like this:  “What will you have?” (speaking to the person I am with)  Then, “What will he have?”   The server mistakenly thought I could not speak for myself I guess because I had a clear disability.   At first I was offended.  Then instead of letting that fester, I answered the person and gave them my order.  

I remember another time during a church event years ago when one of the people in the group who led the event would not even look at me as I was introducing myself.   That person eventually spoke to me and shared why. 

Yes, there are times when people cannot look past my wheelchair to see me.  If this has happened to you, you know the feeling. 

Lately I have started inviting the servers to have a seat beside me when taking the order.   This helps them get to know me better, and it makes them feel more at ease if they aren’t use to someone with a disability.

Last night I was very impressed with my pastor when I went up to him and wanted to share something deeply important to me.  He didn’t stand there and talk:  he got on the floor and looked me in the eyes and listened.   It’s not always necessary to do this.  But it is a great way to communicate with someone in a wheelchair. 

People will continue to make decisions based on what they see rather than who they see.    I will continue to invite them to sit by me and have a conversation.  That’s one of the reasons I started Roll Model Movement; to build bridges of understanding.   In the words of the Christian music artist,  Matthew West, “Grace Wins Every Time”.