He was driving a white sedan rather than riding a white stallion. Recently, I went to a store down the street and about half way home on my return trip, I realized that the charge on my power wheelchair battery was quickly losing power. I knew I was in a pickle, but I had no choice but to continue to my house and hope that I could get there. When suddenly, from a faraway land (well, ok, it was a suburb nearby), my prince in slightly rusty armor rode to my rescue and helped me to reach my final destination; or, get home!
It turns out that my prince was actually my husband. Robert had felt sick that day and left work early.
I knew that I was having chair trouble and I actually had my battery charger with me, but I was on a city street and there was not an electrical outlet anywhere to be found.
The street that goes to our house has a slight incline to it. When my battery charge is low, any incline can make it impossible to move forward.
So, it seemed like I was moving about one inch a minute. At a snail’s pace.
I have discovered that when my battery charge is low, for whatever reason, my chair will go better if I can turn around and go big wheel first. Because of that, I was driving up the hill backwards. All in an effort to get myself home.
My vision is poor anyway and driving up the street backwards didn’t help any. I had just spun myself around in a forward position, when I noticed a white sedan stopped right in front of me. Then a man in a dark blue shirt jumped out of the car and I figured it was a police officer offering me assistance.
And the man says, “Raeanne, do you need help?” I looked up and instantly I knew it was Robert! My hero! I had been rescued!
He drove the car home and returned to me and pushed me home. Robert, my prince in slightly rusty armor!
Have you found your prince? We would love to hear your story! Scroll down to the bottom of the page and leave a comment.