So we arrive at the Skylon Tower in Niagara Falls aiming at spending time in the arcade and then going up for a birthday lunch for both Ruby and Sadie who have September birthdays.
Joe nods slowly, looking at the ramp. The girls look concerned.
Then, I notice a fellow in a scooter along with a woman using a cane coming along with their family.
The fellow in the scooter, a man about my age, says, “We’ve got young people with us, they can get you up that ramp, no problem.” I look at one of the boys who looks horrified at being pulled into this discussion, not because he’s a bad kid and not because he’s indifferent to the situation but because he’s a young teen who doesn’t want to be pulled into any situation not exactly of his own choosing, and make a joke about him having to push me up the ramp.
Then I see Ruby and Sadie watching. They are seeing a small community of people, pulled together by circumstance, inaccessibility and disability. They are seeing one man with a disability offering help to another man with a disability. They are seeing that sometimes the solution is the willingness of other people. I accept.
In an instant they are behind me. Joe, the incredibly strong woman and the two teenage boys.
Later when their mom arrives we tell her the story and I see the girls listening and nodding along to my explanation of how we conquered the ramp that wasn’t a ramp and made accessible what wasn’t accessible.
Community is community is community.
And sometimes I really love this disability community of mine.