Sunday, June 1, 2014

Human Cement


A week ago, my Kyra graduated from high school. During the weeks leading up to the pomp and circumstance, I heard rumors of grumblings about providing wheelchair access to the platform that the graduates were to cross in order to receive their diplomas (something about photographic eyesores or marring the brand-new gym floor, depending on who you asked), and how classmates that “had” to help Kyra get across the stage would have something taken away from “their moment”.

I didn’t hear any complaints directly from Kyra’s classmates, so I rolled my eyes, ignored the rumors, and hoped for the best.  Yet, I wonder whether the grumblings would have taken place at all had Kyra become wheelchair-bound due to a football injury, or if she were the offspring of one of our locally “famous” families.  For their sakes, I pray we never find out.