A Media Award

I have been trying to get a post up all week, at least since the Golden Key awards because I know just know my public is dieing to see how I survived the event. Well, I did survive and actually embraced the event and my award—weird I know but here's how the event went down. But the quarter is over and I am get some sort of quarterly report put together before my Boss returns from her vacation next week. I can really do this!

I took the van into work since Friday is my usual Rehab day and then I knew I would still have to get up to the State capital where the event was being held and I am just not sure of my of batteries at all and besides the forecast for intermittent rain. Dianne and had breakfast together at the local IHOP, which I like a lot—we even ran into my wheelchair sales guy and our next door neighbors.

Physical therapy, again consisted of my therapist forcing my durable medical person to fix my chair and try to find a solution to my foot hanger dilemma—I zipped out and drove up to my office and got calls returned and took a couple of new calls and then traveled to the capitol. Actually my boss sent me up to the Capitol early so I could take advantage of the capitol cafeteria—which I did and almost enjoyed until the director of the state Rehabilitation program sat down at my tale and had political conversation. Fortunately for me, I was sitting with another wheelchair user, a real “super crip” who was able to engage the Director. Its a short roll from the State cafeteria to the capitol rotunda.

I had not really told anyone about the award I was getting, however, since my boss is a Director of one of the State agency which serve folks with disabilities she was going to awards program. She was also bring her comrade in arms. I was told by the folks hosting this event that I would get a whole table for my supporters. I did not think much about this fact but I began having visions of me siting all by myself, I would be a man without an island so I offered my boss and her pal a spot—then some one I had met the night before walked past looking lost searching for a place to sit in a sea of strangers so I offered Micheal a place, Micheal was totally grateful and I had nearly a “full-house”. I looked like I was loved.

Here I must confess I thought this was going to bee another “crip” gala but I was wrong. In fact the list of award winner was pretty short just like five or six of us award winners. I really must have done something significant. I got my award. A very heavy piece of glass formed to looking the Earth on a glass pedestal which allowed the globe to effortlessly spin—very heavy a tragedy just waiting to happen. I had to make an acceptance speech which I did not think about at all—which I pulled off OK. I think the people who were there were more interested in my chair and all the bungee cords hanging off the chair. The event concluded at 4:00, not really enough time to go back to the office—I went home to start my weekend...after grabbing a couple of Swedish meatballs. I had had enough glory for one day.