Reluctantly, I gave in and we now have a Handicap Parking placard. "Getting old ain't for sissies," as my Mom use to say. With very poor vision and having to creep along on a cane now, I realized it was time for this additional chink in my armor.
We went to he grocery store and Wal-Mart this past weekend and used the placard for the first time. We parked almost at the front door of Wall-Mart! "WOW! This is Great," I said as I hobbled the few steps toward the store. Then, I stopped and grabbed my dear ones hand and said, "I wonder if there is Handicap Parking in Heaven?"
As we reached the front door I stopped once again and said to my dear one, "On the other hand, maybe Heaven IS…Handicap Parking!"
