The first time I ever heard the Kenny Chesney song “Old Blue Chair”, it made me think of my wheelchair. The metal frame on my wheelchair is blue. My wheelchairs have always been blue… not sure why I chose blue, because my favorite color is red. haha Anyway…
I have had this same wheelchair since the Spring of 2009. This chair has traveled over 500,000 miles across the U.S. with me over the years. It has been with me from Cincinnati to Honolulu and Kona, from the U.S./Canadian border to Kansas City, from Boise to Cocoa Beach. I have managed to beat the crap out of this thing and put it through more than most cars could handle. It has been in the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, and the Gulf of Mexico. It has been buried in feet of snow, it has fallen down a flight of stairs with me in Minot, North Dakota, it has been onstage at some of the biggest country music festivals in the world, it was the sole witness to my attempt to get up the driveway at my dad’s house in an ice storm, it randomly broke (hmmm, I wonder why…) last December one week before my graduation at Golf Academy and had to be welded back together, and now, today, it learned to fly!!
While volunteering at the Little Linksters junior golf tournament today here in Orlando, I decided to drive a golf cart around the course one last time after all of the kids were done playing just to make sure none of our equipment had been left behind. While driving down the fairway on the 2nd hole, I saw a tee marker that had been left behind. Since the kids who play in these tournaments are really young, we place tee markers in the fairways to shorten the holes to appropriate lengths for their age groups. When I saw the marker, I tried to turn quickly to go pick it up. Mid-turn, I hit a huge bump in the fairway, and my wheelchair, which was sitting next to me in the cart, went flying!! When I say it went flying, I don’t mean it just fell out of the cart. I mean, this thing FLEW probably 4 feet in the air. It almost seemed like those moments in a movie when an object is shown flying or falling in slow motion before it hits the ground and breaks. My chair landed in the fairway and bounced so hard that it completely flipped over. I thought for sure it was broken into several pieces and I almost started to panic. When I picked it up, the chair was perfectly fine… somehow. I don’t know how.
On the way back to my car, I got caught in a downpour (even though there was supposed to be no chance of rain today). Whenever my chair gets wet from the rain, some of the old parts that are starting to wear out start to make a squeaking sound. While my chair may have survived its first (and hopefully ONLY) attempt at flying, it is now making an annoying squeaking sound. I kinda feel like this is the chair’s way of saying, “Thanks for trying to kill me, you jerk!!” hahahaha I probably deserve that. haha
Those of you who know me well probably will appreciate this little story. For those of you who don’t know me, or don’t know me well, I don’t take myself too seriously. We all need to be able to laugh at ourselves once in a while. My friends make jokes about my wheelchair and about certain things I do. It’s all harmless teasing, and is in no way meant to be mean or rude. I laugh along with them. If I told this story well enough to give you a visual of what it was like for me to see my chair flying, I hope you enjoyed this and got a laugh out of it. This world is too serious most of the time, and we all need to laugh whenever we can.
I hope everyone is having a great weekend! Thanks for reading! 😀