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the next few years were testing, I had to learn new skills
from the handling of a wheelchair to the sorting out of bills
to go shopping with a wheelchair, trying to navigate the aisles
some people gave us dirty looks, but some others gave us smiles

the thing I found most hard to bear, was other people's attitudes
a lot were just plain ignorant, some others just downright rude
and when people meet my husband when he's out in his wheelchair
they talk around him or above him, like he really isn't there

we made a series of adjustments, to help us navigate this life
it was then that I decided that I would learn to drive
but what a terrifying prospect, to have to get behind the wheel
and to venture on the roads, I really needed nerves of steel

so, I took up driving lessons which brought me very near to tears
but I finally managed to conquer it, and allayed all my fears
once I'd passed my driving test, and knew that I now could drive
we gained a sense of freedom, and we both felt so alive

we would go to visit places that we had never been before
it was like a big adventure, and we both loved to explore
when it came to taking holidays, we didn't want to go abroad
we'd find somewhere nice in England, once we hit the open road.

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