Learning to Fly

I remember the day I learned that I would no longer have the ability to walk.  The previous night I had called my mom into my bedroom, having woken up from a dream.  I told her that I had dreamed I was flying.  She held me close until I fell asleep, and the next morning I went to get fitted for my first powered-wheelchair.  I will never forget the first time I used it, turning it up to the highest speed and feeling the wind in my face.  I could no longer walk, but boy, could I fly.

Love,

Misa on Wheels