The truck driver was not aware that a car, possibly traveling near eighty miles an hour, had struck and rammed itself under the trailer he was hauling. It was a car with a single occupant - my adult son Travis. The driver stopped only because he thought a tire had blown.
Today is the tenth anniversary of that devastating day. Today it will rain in Alamo where he lives by himself in a trashy trailer house [see 01/07 post]. The chances are great it leaks. The porch and stairs leading out the door will be wet and slippery – there is no handicap access. The yard will be a quagmire of wet, slippery clinging mud. The weather service says it will rain for the next three or four days.
Travis will want to leave and get on his soaking wet motorized chair to go somewhere…. He will need to unplug the extension cord that charges his chair. To do so, he will be standing in a mud/water puddle. Of course he might not even get that far. He may be trying to get down the ratty slippery stairs and either lean too heavily on the single rusty railing causing it and him, to collapse; or he could just slip and fall.
Disabled man, no personal emergency alert system, no handicap access, no entrance covering, and an outdoor electrical socket – all equal the overwhelming potential for disaster AND I seem to be the only one who is deeply concerned and wants to do something about it. But those who have the required information for such help to be instituted are not sharing or cooperating.
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