There is no need to belittle this woman because of her her fear of tripping. Cat was trying to share with you her experience. At least you could listen and try to understand where she is coming from.
Thank you.
Sancto Spiritu, you can label me melodramatic if you like. At this point in my life, I’m only 52 and I’m seriously facing the possibility of not walking at all in the near future (possibly next year at this time.)
This is devastating to me. The sole exercise that I have ever done regularly is walking. I love touring old homes, craft fairs, quaint villages and towns. I love travel and hiking through woods.
I can’t do any of this now, and I am totally broken-hearted. I can barely walk from my bedroom to the bathroom.
I wish I could say that I am rejoicing in my trials and offering them up to the Lord Jesus, but I’m not. Hopefully someday I will get to that point, but at THIS point in my life, I am so upset that I cry just thinking about it. It is a horrible thing to contemplate immobility at the age of 52, when many people this age are climbing Mt. Everest, or at least taking a walk around the block.
I think your sarcasm is cruel. Bubble wrap? I’m not some stupid doll. I’m a wife and mother and daughter and I have (had) a life. What a monstrous thing to say! Do you think that’s cute or clever? Did your parents raise you to make fun of disabled people? Do you think that shows reverence to the Lord Jesus?
Do you also joke about people with Down’s Syncdrome carrying drool buckets?
I think that if you read “the documents” you will find many many writings by the saints and our Popes and the inspired writers of Scripture admonishing us to love one another. Your calling me “melodramatic” is not showing love. Quite the contrary.
Someday perhaps YOU will face a disabling condition, and hopefully, no one will tell YOU that you are being melodramatic.
How old are you? I’m guessing about 21. Most 14-year-olds that I know (I work with teenagers a lot in various musical venues) have more compassion.