A few weeks back, we picked up Ella’s new-to-her wheelchair. It was functional and comfortable, but not really pretty.
I took it to one of the local auto body shops, Detroit Custom & Collision in Sachse, and asked what they would charge to paint the frame. The owner shook his head and said “I’m not charging you for that. I don’t know enough about them to take it apart, but if you can get the frame for me, I’ll paint it any color she wants for free.” (My Dr Who fan picked “Tardis blue.”)
I took it home and looked it over. I’m not that knowledgeable about wheelchairs either, and wasn’t sure I was up to tackling such a big job.
I was dropping off my husband’ scar for service at Happy Motoring in Wylie, when I mentioned to him that I needed a wheelchair mechanic to take it apart…did he know of one?
“No, ma’am, but I’ll do it for you.”
I smiled and thanked him. I asked what that would run me. “Nothing,” he told me, “I couldn’t even think of charging you for that.”
We dropped it off to be disassembled on Monday, took the frame to the painter on Tuesday, picked up the painted tubes on Thursday, and the reassembled chair on Saturday morning.
I have you to thank for this. I know that this part was free, so I should be thanking the generous guys who gave their time and talent to this project, and we have. A lot! But I also have to thank you.
The generosity of my readers paid for the wheelchair insurance wouldn’t cover, but it’s more than that. You have taught me about the kindness of strangers, and their willingness to help. You have taught me to ask for help, and that’s huge for me.
For a long time, I have worked hard to be strong and carry it all. In doing so, I was robbing other people of the joy of generosity. Thank you for teaching me that.
**If you live in this part of Texas and your car needs work, please give these guys a call. They do excellent work, and are really nice guys.