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Golden Moments!

Since my GOLD painted “Lamborghini” turned “Chariot” – dubbed Cleopatra – came on the scene, conversation with strangers has never been so pleasant, nor frequent. Whether I am in the grocery store, at an event or just walking down the street, everyday without fail, people admire her gorgeous hue, check out her sleek curves or commend the creativity that gave her life. Even last night in a posh restaurant, the lady at the next table could not help but share her delight to see that we transformed a supposedly less than desirable assistive aid into a functional piece of art.
Living in Atlanta, the remarks are fabulously entertaining, some in a slow southern drawl “Well golly, y’all gone painted that darn thang gold?” or in spicy urban sass, “Go on girl, that’s right!”, and others without the colorful articulation, “Did you do that yourself?” “How many cans of spray paint did that take?” “Do they sell those here?” “No way, it’s gold!”
This kind of attention I more than welcome. I enjoy the quick chat, share a smile with someone I’d probably never engage with otherwise, and take pride in conveying that I choose to have fun with wheels rather than letting it be a drag. But there is attention that comes with using a walker, waddling in leg braces and struggling to stroll faster than at a snail’s pace, that I don’t so much care for.
How often do you find yourself staring at someone wondering, “what’s wrong with them?” “what happened to them?” feeling sympathy “oh poor thing” “that’s awful”or making assumptions like “must have had an accident, how tragic?” And when you make eye contact, do you force an awkward smile or lower your eyes, worried they might have caught you staring, then make another uncomfortable smirk before doing a double or triple take?
Well let me let you in on a little secret, I SEE YOU STARING, YOUR DISCOMFORT SHOWS ALL OVER YOUR FACE and IT’S OK. Just please, say “HELLO!” 😉
The side eye peering, weird glances and not uncommon gob smacked – jaw to the floor – bugged eyed looks don’t make me feel good about myself on the odd day when my Wonder Woman attitude is not in full force and I could not care less. And while I know you are just innocently curious, I do wish you would take a good long look, considering asking what happened, acknowledge me politely with a nod, or at the very least, mumble “Hi.”
Living with a disability has opened my world to wondrous new experiences and exchanges, each one teaching me to be more empathetic, compassionate, patient, courageous and inventive. Without a doubt, Cleopatra is my most fashionable, eye-catching and unique accessory, adding pizzazz to my spirit while making for charming chit chats. And in her small way, she is my greatest advocacy tool, shattering the stigma and stereotype that living with a disability is a dismal and dreary experience. On the contrary, Cleopatra has revealed some of my most golden moments.

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