I get a lot of compliments. It all started when I got a walking stick. “What a lovely cardigan!” “Oh, thanks!” Nice, I thought. What a nice person. I should be like that, handing out compliments like flowers to strangers. But then they started coming thick and fast, and it hit me: it’s the stick!…
Category: MS and life
On walking
I used to be a fast walker. The men I walked with had to ask me to slow down. I left everyone in my wake. One day in 2001 as I crossed Church St in Bega, striding out across the old cobblestone gutter and onto the blacktop in my jeans and shirt and RM Williams…