Over the last few years I have had the opportunity to watch people park in large parking lots. First of all, many times Cheri and I do not use the handicapped parking spaces. On occasion we will, because I have to have enough room for the ramp to extend out the side door. On a smooth parking lot, I can switch to fourth gear and run about 6 mph. So we leave some of the prime handicapped parking spots to someone who really needs them.
For the most part it's very easy to tell who needs these spots and who doesn't. On one occasion I thought that I was going to intervene between my daughter and two young men. They whipped into a handicapped spot right in front of the main doors and jogged up to the entrance and disappeared in a few seconds. Whitney grabbed her cell phone and was going to take a picture of their car (without a handicapped tag or sticker) and wait outside to video them on the way out. I know that Whitney was upset on my behalf, but she was persuaded to let it go. After all, I know that her attitude was probably something that she had learned from me, back in the day. Hopefully she learned a new lesson about representing her heavenly father. We both were 99% sure those boys did not qualify for parking in a handicapped spot, but there may come a time when they learn that lesson the hard way. Much Love Dennis
Last night, my husband and I were sitting in the living room and I said
to him, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine
and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."
He got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine.