I joined a new choir (no grass growing under me!), and had to stop by the director’s house to pick up music. She’s giving me directions to the house, and ends with “…it’s the one with the small gray porch and the wheelchair ramp.”
Wheelchair ramp! Sure enough, she’s got a nice little ramp. I asked her if a family member used a chair, and she said no, she had to repair the porch for some other reason and didn’t see why she shouldn’t go ahead and put a ramp on.
How many temporarily able-bodied people do you suppose that ever occurs to? This may be a Good Sign.