Today may be a big day in the life of Hingsburger:Disabled.
Through a complex series of relationships, it turns out I'm only a couple of degrees of separation from a wheelchair van that needs a new home. I've been wanting a wheelchair van for a long time. I've looked and looked but the cost is so very high, outside our reach. Well, this one is a bit older, OK mileage for the age of the vehicle and has a newly renovated hydraulic lift.
After a couple of calls and a couple of messages, I managed to speak to the woman who is selling the van. She spoke briefly about buying it to transport her husband and then, suddenly not needing it any more. I didn't ask. I could tell. We stayed on the subject of the van and ramps and wheelchair sizes.
Joe is going to go after church this morning to take a look at the thing. If it looks good, he'll drive it down for me to look at and for us to ensure three things. First, I can get in it. Second, the chair can get in it. Third, it seems sturdy enough to do some short hauls up to Ottawa and places around here where I'd love to take my power chair or my scooter.
I'll ask all of you to cross your fingers that this works out. My quality of life might, quite literally, shift into high gear.