have my coffee already bought and in my cup holder… Immediately, I said to Irene (my assistant) “Oh no! ” He was twenty minutes early and clearly there to assist me into the building. My carefully thought out “staging” plans were destroyed. He insisted on buying my coffee (damn, now I’m beholden to him). I had all those insecurities that are often attached to a disability. And, near the second anniversary of our first meeting, Greg told me a story that sealed the deal.
Irene set me up with the cup and then went off to kill time for a bit before we met at our preplanned location. “I saw a vision, the most spectacular sight I’d ever seen, coming toward me.”I thought, what is he talking about?
(While I’m on the topic of Irene, I have to say she was my biggest cheerleader. Needless to say, the spark came eventually and gets brighter every day. After we had been dating for a couple of years, we started to talk about marriage. He continued with, “Her friend was holding an umbrella over both of them.
I couldn’t have hung in there without that support… The instant spark thing had never worked for me in the past. ” I said, “Are you talking about the first time you saw ME? Precisely four years after the day we first met in person, we were married. We're always looking for new stories and exciting perspectives.
thank you, Irene.) Greg and I proceeded to sip our coffees and chat. ” Greg said, “Of course.” Looking back now, the reason that I finally married Greg seems a bit shallow on the surface. So we're proud to feature a variety of guest blog posts from our SCI BC peers as well as from the global spinal cord injury community.
We were both kind, informative, funny and of course a bit awkward (nervous). Greg walked with me to where I was parked and we said goodbye. I knew that I loved him but this reinforced the fact that he always saw the person first.
Greg seemed nice enough to meet for coffee, but who knew?
“This will simply be another disappointment.” I felt like I’d been in contact with every reject out there: the guy with the cripple fetish, the guy with the wife, the guy that would communicate endlessly on email and phone but never showed up for in-person meetings and, of course, the one that knew I was in a chair and had seen many pictures of me but walked right past me at a very small Starbucks! So I sent him a message saying, “You can’t miss me—I’m the one in the wheelchair.” I wasn’t sure what to expect in response.
I’d probably never hear from this sparkly-eyed cutie that had clicked to me. We had a lot in common and, while he was a few years older than me, we had basically grown up in the same area of Vancouver. I was always very careful, the first few meetings had to be in a public place during the day. ” My first thought upon reading that was, “Is he stupid? Greg had access to my page on Facebook but maybe he hadn’t looked closely at the photos (it was a bit vain of me to think he had).
I responded, we sent messages back and forth, and I got to know Greg. I knew the area, it was near to his work (he really does have a job, yippee! In confirming the details, he sent me a message saying: “How will I know which person is you? ” I thought about it for a while and realized that maybe he didn’t know I was in a chair.
The chair had definitely been a deal breaker with other guys. Is he looking for a young version of his mother to fulfill an Oedipus complex?
His message back said, “Okay, will you be coming by Handy DART? I had to stop analyzing everything and meet the guy! It was a yucky, rainy day (which was really irritating because I wanted to wear a semi tarty top) and as with all of my “first dates”, I felt sick to my stomach.
I can meet you at the drop off.” I didn’t know what to think and replied not to worry… I had it all planned out: I would get there fifteen minutes before our planned meeting time so that I could compose myself…
I had my own van and my assistant world drop me off. He messaged back that his mother was in a wheelchair and she often used the shared ride service. find a good place to sit (not with my back to the door)… As I was rolling toward the Starbucks, I saw a guy standing in the rain with a large umbrella in his hand looking up and down the street.