Last week a friend invited me to a get-together at her new home. I was feeling adventurous, so I drove myself. It was the first time since I got my driver’s license back that I drove to a place I’ve never driven to before. It was very nice to be self-sufficient. I even had the mental and physical energy to remember to stop and get some flowers on the way there.
driving myself is also bittersweet. For almost three years, I’ve relied
on rides from so many people: friends, family, neighbors, writing group
members, fellow church-goers, friends of my parents, caregivers--to
name a few. I
know that for the people who have gave me rides, it has not been
without cost: most people have many other commitments that compete for their time. But for me, it has been one of the unexpected gifts for me of the stroke. Without
that space in time that cars can provide, I would have missed out on so many interesting stories. People have talked to me about their the work projects; their own family dramas; the political causes they're dedicated to; their pet peeves; their personal histories that they wouldn’t divulge with children around. There are so many corners in
people's lives I wouldn’t have discovered without my years of forced dependence.
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