at my beautiful chrome ride; sometimes the fur on his neck puffs up and he lets out a low growl. I wish I could explain to him, âHey Rusty, I donât like this wheelchair any more than you do.â
Actually, Iâm still scared of Rusty. Even though heâs average sizeâI heard Cindy say fifty-five poundsâheâs so strong and powerful. If he wanted to hurt me, he could do it easily. So far he hasnât mistaken my leg as part of the evil enemy wheelchairâso far.
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D ebi came home from âschooâ yesterday and announced to Mom, âI no friends with B-B-B-Barbara no more.â
Mom said, âDid something happen at school today?â
âYeth,â Debi answered.
Mom asked, âDid you and Barbara quarrel?â
âNo me,â Debi answered, âJ-J-J-Janeth.â
âJanet and Barbara quarreled?â
âYeth ⦠no quarry ⦠hit and bite.â
Mom asked, âBut you didnât hit or get involved?â
âNo tanks,â Debi answered.
Mom said, âWell thatâs good, sweetie. You just be nice to everyone and theyâll be nice to you, right?â
âYeth,â Debi answered, but Iâm not sure she really accepted Momâs logic. Truthfully, Iâm never sure how much Debi gets or doesnât get out of any conversation.
Thinking about Debi, I wonder about her seeing her two classmates hit and bite each other. No matter what advice Mom gives her, Debi is pretty much defenseless. If you think about that word, itâs pretty heavy. Defenseless . It never means âless defense.â It means no defense. When a person is defenseless, it means that he canât defend himself at all, right?
Sometimes I get scared that Iâm defenseless, too. Debi is slow, but at least she can run away or yell or hit back if someone is bothering her. When you look at me, youâd think I am completely defenseless. And technically my only defenses are my central nervous system, the automatic part of my brainâthe kind of defenses no one ever thinks about. If I never blinked, my eyes would quickly dry out and Iâd become blind, but my eyes blink when they need to; if something like a fly or a gnat gets near them, my eyelids do their job. I also breathe, sleep, awaken, swallow, wiggle, shift positions, stretch, yawn, laugh, excrete, and dream. In these supersimple ways, my body takes care of itself. Also, itâs not like Iâm paralyzed; I feel sensations of touch like pain and pleasure and I react to these feelings. When the doctor hits my knee with his little rubber hammer, my lower leg kicks. If you grab me by my arm and squeeze too tight, Iâll cry out. I canât will my body to do what I say, but my body wills me to do what it says.
We consider old people and babies as being defenseless, but if you think about it, most everyone in the world can easily become defenseless. Swim in the ocean and get eaten by a great white shark. Jump from an airplane 150 times for fun, and on the 151st jump, your parachute and your backup chute both fail. While walking into your house from the mailbox on a cloudy day, you get struck by a bolt of lightning. If you think of it that way, weâre all always at risk at some time or another. And either by chance or bad luck or even by just living long enough to get old and weak, every one of us ends up defenseless. It just so happens Iâm like this all the time.
As I sit in the family room by my window, my head happens to shift and Rusty comes into focus. Heâs lying on the floor in what has become the regular spot for him, the passage between the family room and the kitchen, where Mom is cleaning up. I see Debi in the background, out of focus, waiting for her bus. Paul and Cindy have already taken off for school.
Rusty stares at me and I look back at him. He doesnât growl now, but he doesnât blink or look away either. We gaze straight into each