http://www.sptimes.com/2002/01/26/Opinion/Don_t_expect_all_hand.shtml
January 26, 2002
Re: Limit those parking permits,
letter, Jan. 21.
The letter writer suggests we limit
handicapped parking to only the those who use wheelchairs.
I am one of those people who draw
looks from others when I utilize handicapped parking. You see, I am 47
years old and do not use a wheelchair. I have, however, had four massive
heart attacks, heart re-section, quadruple bypass, seven other heart procedures
and a defibrillator implanted, not to mention two colostomy procedures.
Perhaps the letter writer would prefer
us to prominently display our specific disabilities and battle scars while
shopping to satisfy his doubts as to whether we are truly disabled.
Instead of limiting handicapped parking,
I would suggest that we expand it to include spots for the "cerebrally
challenged." I will personally pay the $15 for the letter writer's placard.
-- Dave Flowers, Tarpon Springs
Avoid making a quick judgment
Re: Limit those parking permits,
Jan. 21.
The letter writer has a very limited
knowledge of what a handicapped designation includes. My husband is visibly
handicapped, and cannot walk distances, so he uses a cane or a Canadian
crutch. I, on the other hand, am handicapped but not visibly so: I have
multiple sclerosis, a disease that is severely affected by heat, so I also
cannot walk far in the hot and humid Florida weather.
I try not to occupy these handicapped
slots on the days that I am not in need of them, but I also use them if
needed and/or there isn't a place close enough for me to comfortably get
to where I need to go.
I work as a nurse, and until recently
as a home care RN. In Florida, I could never have done this without my
handicapped designation. So please, don't be too quick to judge what you
cannot see.
-- Patricia A. Scuderi, St. Petersburg
Everything is relative
Re: Limit those parking permits.
In reply to the letter writer on
the subject of handicapped parking, I am reminded of the story of the man
who once felt sorry for himself because he had no shoes -- until he met
a man who had no feet.
I do not at this time need a wheelchair,
but each year my walking requires greater effort. The old heart does not
circulate blood as well as it did in wartime. Of course, I no longer have
that adrenaline rush one can get under kamikaze attack either. And I am
grateful. The guys who have artificial legs, and artificial feet, and artificial
hips -- I am sure they are also grateful that things are no worse than
they are.
I, too, once was sad because I had
no shoes, and then I met a man who had no feet. Really.
-- Frank D. Bower, St. Petersburg
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