Jason Rhode is a writer of all things. He's written movie and album reviews for the online magazine, CrypticRock. Personally, he writes poetry and horror and children's stories. He's currently shopping his first books to publishers.
“Keuriii, cme plaay with me,” the voice slurred from the other room. Kuri silently whirred to life to glide beside Kendall’s wheelchair, saying evenly and fluidly to not startle the child, “What you want to play today, ‘dall?”
Joey, my then girlfriend, and I were walking home from I don’t remember where… that’s how bad this date was, right? We probably were walking home from the movies before the buses started running in our town, so being in wheelchairs, we had no choice but to walk.
Most of you readers know that Joey and I started "Two Feet Below" with the idea of joining able-bodied people who want to learn more about crip life, and help crips get through this thing we call life on this berg we call Earth through our experiences.
There's Always a Master and an Apprentice...
Yoda says, “Always two there are…a master and an apprentice,” in The Phantom Menace. So, considering today is the cusp of new beginnings, I started thinking and considering the people that’ve touched me and the people I’ve hopefully touched. Of course, coming up, my folks’ve been integral in molding me while finding my own path this year alone.
The Next Year
Joey and I went back to camp the next year as a couple. We had no idea if the camp had produced any other crip couple, so we thought it’d be fun to go back as such. From the get-go, we’d been unorthodox. For one, and definitely not the least of our unorthodoxies, was I lived in my own house that my ex had left me with. I chose not to move back in with my folks like you hear so much these days…and they don’t leave! By then, I’d been on my own for five years…first, with my brother, Joey, then, with Teri, my ex. And, I had a fur baby, Lucky, my black lab, Teri and I got from the pound before she decided to up and leave. Anyhoo, that’s water under the bridge, plus, she’s dead, but that’s another blog.
Jason Should Have Gotten Coal for Christmas
Joey says this post SHOULD be titled “Jason Should Have Gotten Coal for Christmas.” Hater. *laughing* Anyhoo, tis the season, and I’m in the mood and ready to get my Christmas on.
Born Crips/Made Crips
So, in my beginning life...Again post, I mentioned the term born crip when referring to my wife, Joey. I'd be considered a born crip, because I've been in a wheelchair all my life from Spina Bifida with Cerebral Palsy in my hands. Joey has Cerebral Palsy, and is also in a wheelchair, but she can get out easier than I can.
Mortality's a Bitch
So, in a previous post, I said mortality's a bitch, talking about my best friend, Noe; a friendship that started in the 3rd grade to his death in ’91 and my brother’s, Joey, death in ‘00. Another friend commented about missing Noe and missing out on the end. It's not the first time I'd been asked. I'd only given the bare bones answers partly, because I didn’t know this friend and it hurt, and partly, because I didn’t know what exactly happened after the ambulance left his place. I do know now and it chills me to think he went through that alone…on purpose, so the rest of us wouldn’t have that as the last memories of him.