I was biking along when I saw someone trying to get into a large trike that he had just released from the back of a campervan. His legs were encased in metal braces and he could only stand with difficulty. He was struggling with the rope which had snarled around his wheels.

I decided to turn around and ride up to him. He looked very grumpy.

“Do you need help?” I asked.
“I don’t appreciate people asking me that,” he growled.

“Yeah, I thought that would be your response. But I decided to ask you anyway.”

“Are you good with ropes? A sailor, or so?”

“No, I tend to get tangled up myself.”

“Or are you a bicycle specialist?”

“No, no not good at that either.

“Well, you can’t really help me, can you?”
He was scowling.

“It’s great you’re so independent. I bet your bloody-mindedness has helped you to recover!”

“Yes,” he said, his face brightening. “Three years ago the doctors said I would never leave my wheelchair. But here I am traveling right through NZ in my camper!”

“Good on you,” I said. “I can see that your grumpiness is really important for what you want to achieve.”

His face lit up and he said, “Thank you!”

You are also a fellow-blogger. Well done on getting your new blog http://healthpromotionyeah.blogspot.com/
up and running!

Gentle readers, if you want to know more about healthy eating – have a look at it!

Mary xo >.<