Wheelchair Woes

Something obviously was wrong with my left front wheel. We soon made the discovery that one of my bearings was gone so my Mom, my Dad and I started to go out to the shops and ask if they had any bearings. None of the shops in Luang Prabang (Laos) had bearings that were the right size. However they did have wrenches to look at it and confirm that our speculation was right that it was the bearing. We didn’t find anything in Laos but my loving father did find a couple of wrenches to buy so that he could do it himself when we had found the bearings. 

My wheelchair is like my legs. Therefore I deserve the right to have some control over my wheelchair. I was feeling mad and sad about my wheelchair being broken. I was feeling nervous about Dad fixing it because I thought that he could make it worse and then have to replace the whole thing. 

In the end my loving father was able to fix my wheelchair but he did it secretly because he knew that I was feeling really anxious about that whole situation.