Christian Author Laura Davis

Today I realized, after my Occupational Therapist paid me a visit, that I have more than one handicap.  She came with my new walker. I was all set to take that baby out for a spin and get some Christmas shopping done, but alas, my other handicap became all too obvious.

I've always had this "handicap" and I've never really thought of it as a bad thing. There were times of course, when I was growing up, that I would hear the occasional derogatory remark that pointed it out, but I would laugh it off. People that I "looked up to" would often sigh in envy over my  "disability", something I could never understand as I would be envious of them. When I started dating, boys would feel protective of me because of my  "little predicament". It wasn't until I had a fall down a flight of stairs that my "handicap" was diagnosed as an actual problem. My doctor said I was "deformed" and I should have gotten help when I was a child.

My deformity (if you haven't figured it out by now) was my height! And Yes, a doctor actually called it a deformity. Something I have lived with all my life and did not feel weird to me at all - until today.

My new walker was too tall for me! It seems I'm short enough for a child's walker, but - 'ahem' - too wide for one. 

Unfortunately, being short means everything gets squished down and spread out. Well ... that's my excuse and I'm sticking too it! In the meantime, I'll be waiting for my wheels and hoping the snow doesn't fly before it gets here!