The same is true of most hotels I stay in, most of the lectures I give, most of the people I meet from day to day. I am sitting, they are not. I am rolling, they are not. I am requesting space, they are not. There are times when I completely disidentify with the people around me. I know that I fall into the ‘category’ of being a person but it doesn’t feel like that. It just feels lonely.
Yesterday I rolled into a pub and there was an older woman sitting in a transport wheelchair, she was slowly eating her dinner. By the setting next to her and the partially eaten plate of food I assume that the person she was with was up and doing something. My pathway through the crowd had me going just behind her chair. I said to her, “Sometimes it’s just nice to see another person in a chair.” Her hand reached out and touched my shoulder, she said, “I know.”
And I felt immediately less alone.
The weight lifted.
And I could breathe again.