A Moment of Not Dealing with Disability
There are days I just want to walk. Moments, really. Moments that seemingly come out of nowhere. A sudden, usually if not always overwhelming urge to be able to simply stand up and go wherever I want without thought or hesitation. It happened just yesterday afternoon at the ballpark as I looked down at the field. We were early, and the vast majority of the seats in front of us were empty. Kids and far too many adults crowded down by the fence or railing or just the barrier that separates fans from the field. They were seeking autographs, mostly from Nationals outfielder Bryce Harper. But I really didn’t care about them. I don’t think I wanted to be with them, doing what they were doing. There was something about all those empty seats. They seemed a crisp blue in the sunlight, leading to the field of perfectly manicured grass. I was watching the Phillies Phanatic doing his thing out on the open field as a few players stretched and ran sprints. The big green guy seemed happy to playfully