Well, every month it’s something it seems, awareness-wise anyway. I guess after a while it is easy to ignore Autism and Breast Cancer and even Black History. I try to donate when I can and to be “aware” as it were, but often I find myself thinking, oh, what is it now?
But then I stop and think about the effort that goes into trying so hard to make people pay attention, so I have really been making an effort to support events that help people. I am a firm believer after all that we are all in this together.
It’s National Mobility Awareness Month. How do I know this you may ask? Easy. Front page. “Local Hero” I was sucked in almost immediately. You see, people confined to wheel chairs often also find themselves confined to their homes if they do not have a fitted van, and those things are hard to come by, difficult to maintain and very expensive, way beyond what most people living with a disability can afford. So the idea is that there is a contest and you can vote for your local entrant. Whoever garners the most votes wins a van. You can go to nmeda.com and vote for someone in your state.
My guy lost his dad a few months ago, and his dad was the person who kept their old dilapidated van running. Without a personal mechanic he and his mom (who is his full-time caregiver) cannot manage. Naturally I voted. I will vote every day.
It’s really the least I could do, it’s all I can do, and when you read these people’s stories you really want to do something to help. I find myself grateful for the opportunity.
Maybe he will win. But it almost doesn’t matter; they are all so deserving, as you will see if you go there, to the site. I needed something to lift me out of my severe depression, and sometimes doing something for someone else can bring a sense of satisfaction. It also made me grateful for all that I have and all that I can do; I am thankful for my mobility this day. It is a small gesture, but with a big payoff. Maybe my vote will be the one that helps him win. He kind of helped me too today. Maybe we both win.