Helping The Handicapped

While I don’t know what it feels like to be confined to a wheelchair for life at the present time, I definitely have compassion for those who are, especially this middle-aged man who asked for my and one of my sponsees help the other day.

We were standing outside in a parking garage at a local hospital talking for a few minutes after a recovery meeting had ended when this man rolled by in his wheelchair on his way to his handicap-accessible van. I half noticed out of the corner of my eye some frustration being vented from him while I continued my conversation with my sponsee when suddenly he shouted over to us and asked for our help.

Unfortunately, a motorcycle had parked illegally next to him and was blocking his access to the wheelchair ramp into his van. He asked if we could roll the bike backwards enough to free up that access, which we promptly did and I could tell how grateful he was afterwards. But at the same time, he was also explicitly angry at whomever owned the bike and I understood that. I in fact just went through something similar the other day with someone who was totally oblivious to my own limitations and treated me accordingly.

What’s interesting about all this is how I used to be one of those ignorant people myself when it came to those with disabilities and handicaps. I used to place my own needs, wants, and desires in front of showing compassion and respect for those who were less fortunate with their health. There were times I too probably blocked access to a handicap spot or even parked in one because it was close to where I needed to go without even thinking of who might be affected by those actions.

Until one becomes disabled or handicapped, it’s hard to understand the mindset of one who is. It’s hard to think about how life for them has plenty of more challenges, especially when all the parts of the body aren’t working correctly to help oneself in various situations like this gentleman who only wanted to get into his vehicle.

That’s why I’m actually grateful I’ve gone through as much humility and hardship in my life as I have in the past bunch of years, because I don’t think I’d be as compassionate and caring and respectful as I am towards people nowadays, notably those who are worse off than I in the disability department. I’m sure that’s also why I tend to always notice the people who are in wheelchairs, missing limbs, or hobbling along in life and I’m thankful I do because I know that God can use me at any point to help them now just like God did in a hospital parking garage the other day…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Saying Goodbye After A Visit With A Loved One

My best friend visited me from Boston last week and while we did have some pretty good times, the most challenging part in seeing him was having to say goodbye at the end of his trip here. The fact is, I’m not good with goodbyes, especially when it comes to someone I love dearly.

Take for example when my partner and I used to live apart. Each time we visited one another, I would cry for most of my drive or flight home and usually even into the next morning, feeling quite sad since saying goodbye. Ironically, a long time ago I had a great friend who loved me dearly, that did the same thing with me every time I went away on a trip. Regrettably though, I used to make fun of him for that because my heart was so closed off to feeling any love at all, except for the toxic kind that I used to have in all my former love addiction-based relationships.

Much of this pain I feel when I say goodbye to someone after a visit with them stems from the sudden losses of both of my parents in my life. In both cases, it’s like one day I was talking to them, entertaining their visits and the next they were gone for good after saying goodbye. So there’s this part of me that always worries each time I part ways with someone I love after a visit with them, that it may be the last time I ever see them again.

I’m not sure if this trait will ever dissipate and honestly, I’m not so sure it’s a bad thing really either. Because after all, at least my heart is open to feeling this type of love these days, versus in the past when I ultimately didn’t care about saying goodbye to most of the people who I had a visit with. That’s simply because their departure always made it easier for me to quickly return to my life of addictions.

Thus, I’m appreciative to have spent another week with my closest friend in the world. And although his parting was such sweet sorrow, I’m truly grateful to see how open my heart is these days with the tears I shed for most of the morning after his departure. I also must say I’m extremely grateful for that friend I once had who showed me what unconditional love was after each of my departures away from him. Although I was just too afraid and too sick to acknowledge its validity back then, I can at least say I fully understand it now…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson