There is nothing like the feeling of flying – even if it is down a concrete path in a wheelchair! A boy I don’t know very well, from year 11, who makes me laugh and teases along with the best of them, offered to push me back down to the next class I was helping with. Actually, he first asked if he could sit on my knee and I could take him down to the ITD building. I’m not sure who was more surprised when I compromised and said I would only take him as far as the concrete path went cause I didn’t do “off road” real well. I think I would have had my bluff called if he had agreed, but I’d like to think that we would have given it a good go. So I think that taking me to my next class was the trade off. I certainly could have done that bit on my own, but I think there is a certain buzz from pushing people in wheelchairs, maybe it’s the control, so who am I to say no? Sam is not careful. Well, that’s what I reckon it looked like as we whizzed down the hill. The three of us flying. Me in the chair, Sam running behind me, holding the handles carefully as he pushed, and Josh trying to run and laugh at the same time beside his best mate. I think I was more worried for the innocents who might inadvertently get in our path; there is no such thing as power steering on my wheelchair. Although I did promise (some might say threaten) as we flew, that I would hunt him down on crutches if he let me go, I actually felt amazing. Yes, I like being the centre of attention. Yes, it’s exhilarating and a bit of adrenalin on a Monday afternoon can be a good thing. But it’s more than that. Sam’s been sick. I haven’t asked him about it and I don’t know many details, but it’s been a long haul for him this year. Cancer and chemo don’t make for a party sort of feeling. Tears started for me when, at a staff meeting, he was given special uniform dispensation, cause apparently his formal one just “felt too heavy.” There are the highlights though. He’s back in his formal uniform now, as scruffy as they seem to be able to make it look, and having your best friend have his head shaved at the same time as you in solidarity and support must feel pretty good. I’m going to have to ask, maybe. Maybe it’s not important that I know. But my guess is that if I felt like I was flying, I’m pretty sure that being able to run like that, laughing, in control of a teacher’s transport and scattering juniors as you go must have felt pretty good too. Maybe I’m trying to make it into something it’s not. All of us were breathless as they stopped me at the door and wandered off – there was no ‘moment’ – but it was great!