Last weekend, April 28-30, my brothers and I converged in Wichita, Kansas to bless Michael newest grandson, Bennet and to just get reacquainted. It was a good time and we all felt very blessed to be able to make it out there at such a beautiful season in Kansas.
I had only one paraplegic moment on the way out. I had to make a connection in Minneapolis. Unfortunately, the Salt Lake flight was 15 minutes late and I had to wheel, no joke, a mile from one gate to the next. With spasms stopping me every 100 yards or so, I wheeled up to the departure gate as the jetway was being pulled away from the plane. Crud! So I sat in the airport for seven hours for the next flight to Wichita. The real bad thing is that I missed the blessing of my new grand-nephew and just about a whole day with my brothers and Lisa.
Live and learn in this new life. But for all intents and purposes, this was the first travel experience that I did all on my own. But I still owe a lot to my brothers and sister, Lisa. They were accomodating and understanding of all of my little complications.
