Just one of the slopes I take to cross to the other side of the road in my wheelchair. In the distance on the other side of the road you can see our local museum. It is not envy that I have, although when I go places and mix with people I can envy the fact that some are about my age and walk quite well. They do not have to grip onto the supermarket trolley to stay balanced or belong to the ministry of funny walks.
I remember a time, just about 8 years ago, when Mr. Swiss and I would take a walk now and again together: perhaps along the river bank into town, or to our local castle up on the hill. Even in our golden oldie years we would still walk together, hand in hand. We now only go out together if I drive to the store and he comes with me in the car. Now and again we talk about the times when we were free to go anywhere and do anything. I am now restricted to holding onto my walker, travelling in my wheelchair and Mr. Swiss can go nowhere without his stick for support. He also has a mechanical wheelchair at home.
Many of us have problems when we get older, but the thought of how it used to be is there. We are not envious, it is fate, but those that are free to go and do what they want without mobility problems are the lucky people and I hope they realise it. I know, I used to be one of them and so was Mr. Swiss.