Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Me and My Walker


Me and my walker have become new friends. It's an odd relationship to feel as though a walker can be such an animate object.  Just me and my walker, yes we have become friends. It's just me and my walker, hope it's not friends till the end. It's just me and my walker, for now we take care of each other. She takes care of me and I take care of her. It's just me and my walker, not quite friends till the end, but certainly this is a friendship that will last until these legs can pick up the speed they've always loved to go. You see, me and my walker can't go  snow skiing together and me and my walker can't go swimming together but me and my walker still have so much fun. She nearly breaks me with exhaustion but I see that me and my walker will need to be as close as can be until the time comes that my legs can jump and hop and step and be free. So you see that's the story of me and my walker. She was here for me in my time of need and Lord I can't wait until that time is over and me and my walker will no longer be such an item, but instead we will be a fond memory of a time I needed her and no longer will that be. So thanks for listening to my silly story about my walker and my dreams of stashing her away so that I can pass her on to another friend in need. Indeed! 

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