Okay, so plaster on those happy faces, stick those smiles on tight, fasten your metaphorical seatbelts and here we go.
I have SO much to tell you but before I get onto all my not-exciting general-nonsense-ness of my life; let me tell you the story I mentioned in my last post, the happy one. I am still feeling a little grumpy to be honest, and more than a little foreboding at this coming weekend (long story!) but that’s maybe even more reason than any to focus on the happy!
So, unfortunately this happy story, (well maybe happy is the wrong word, proud? inspirational? im not sure!) starts sad. So some of you who have been following my story for a few months (thank you, you crazy few!) may remember I lost two of my grandparents this last summer, both my mums parents passed away within a few weeks of each other. It was horrible, and one of the most heart wrenching times of my life. Am not going to say anymore on that now, else I will blubber away – already a bit teary eyed!- but that’s the starting point of this story.
Before my Granny passed away she had mobility issues. She was very overweight, and therefore struggled to get around; and as she got more ill then her muscles got weaker etc and it was a vicious cycle. We had to come to the devastating realisation she would never walk again, even though she spent months in hospital rehab centres coming oh so close! But anyway, my mum and auntie invested a lot of time and money in converting her whole bungalow to be wheel chair friendly, and also buying things such as scooters that could go offroad, (so she could walk her dogs) and a lift thing to get the scooter into the back of a van without having to drive up a ramp (she was not trusted to do this!)
Anyway, we obviously don’t need these things anymore, and most of her things have been given to charity to help others who may be in a similar situation, but we still had this one scooter. I am not sure why this one had such an emotional attachment to it, but it did. And nobody could quite bear to part with it. This, in essence, is the story of what they did with that chair, and why I am so proud of them. (Bear with me, it isn’t as dull as it sounds!)
When she was alive my granny used to spend long hours at this vets, with her multiple dogs but also talking to the vets and nurses, all of whom liked her, respected her, talked to her, joked with her, told her off and cared about her. She was overweight, scruffy and a little bit crazy but not once did they treat her like she was worth any less because of it, not once did they make her feel anything less than welcome, and I am grateful to them for that. So when my mum went down there the other week with the cats and realised something was different, she got involved (typical mum!). One of the nurses basically had got very ill, nearly died, been revived etc and had ended up losing all use of her legs due to infection, I’m not sure if they were amputated or if she just can’t use them. Anyway, she had recovered from all of this, was in a wheelchair and back at work, trying to move on with her life.
So, my mum and auntie decided to give her this chair. It specially adjusted to carry extra weight so she can carry things with her, and is off-roading meaning she will still be able to walk her dogs when she wants to. I know it may not sound like much, but this was an expensive scooter and something the nurse currently couldn’t afford, and was something that could so easily change her life. They also bought it down to her, helped her adjust it and show her how to drive it, and promised they would come down again if she ever needed any more help – infact she is going down again on Friday to just see how she is getting on and help her drive it in the car park to feel confident. Not only that, but they also gave her the lift which gets the scooter into vans, and my mums boyfriend fixed the scooter up , changed the battery and gave it a mini MOT for free to ensure it was safe for her. They also said, if this doesnt suit you, or you don’t like it, dont keep it. Don’t feel oblige to give it back or to charity; sell it and use the money for yourself and whatever makes you happy and helps you in your life. And all of this not for gratitude , thanks, or praise but just to help someone who needed it. I can’t think of anyone my granny would rather it to have gone to, than for someone to walk their dogs and live their life to the full, doing what they, and she, loved.
It may not sound like a big thing, but it was for them, and I am incredibly proud of them. I am SO SO sorry for such a long post, and congrats to any brave stragglers still reading this far – but I just wanted a bit of happy, and a bit of awe in this blog because sometimes I think its gets too focussed on me and my little bubble of boredom, but I wanted to remember, and to remind you – that ordinary people can do amazing things and change someones life.
So, chin up, think of something you can do today to help one other person around you, even in a small way.
Be happy and I will blog again soon (a lot shorter! – anyone here DEFS deserves a bourbon and a stiff drink!)