This morning as I was drinking my morning coffee Sarah, while preparing to leave for preschool, remembered to hand me a mailer that I’d received in the mail at my parents’ home. The note was short and to the point as it ended with these words, “We help people like you everyday. Let us help you too…” and closing by saying these profound words, “We look forward to helping you rediscover your freedom and independence.”
What my parents would normally discard as old junk mail was saved to be sent to me via my younger sister, Alyson through Sarah. Intending this note to be sent in jest, the joke rang true…for whatever reason, somebody had attached me to phone calls and, yes, constant mailings from The SCOOTER Store! (Are any of you reading this the culprit?)
At any rate, I have quietly received these phone calls and messages without telling a soul. In fact I’ve been getting these calls from The SCOOTER Store for about a year now and have told nobody! Its been a sore spot with me! I haven’t wanted to tell anyone. In my desire to control the conversation, I have remained silent. In my selfish need to not be the butt of others’ jokes I’ve told nobody. In the midst of my pride, I have wanted to keep the upper hand by not revealing my embarrassing secret calls from this store for the disabled!
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