No yoga. I can barely sit down.
You know, some people think since I can't move I am a vegetable. Wrong. Just picture yourself as you are, just always sitting down and if you need something a hot babe takes care of you. I am exaggerating a little, but this is how I see it.
For me, the wheelchair symbolizes disability in a way a cane does not.
I was born with scoliosis. I have a double curvature of the spine, and it's forced me to use a wheelchair because the disease has really taken hold. It really saddens me that I can't ride.
Templeton is as hot as you can be and still walk!
The gun lobby finds waiting periods inconvenient. You have only to ask my husband how inconvenient he finds his wheelchair from tome to time.
When you sprain an ankle, you're kind of off-balance a bit.
As a wheelchair user, you can't move about freely. That's the only thing that bothers me a little. When I'm in the Euro Group in Brussels, colleagues who want to talk to me have to come to me. But I hope they know that this has nothing to do with arrogance.
I did not walk for the first four years of my life.
I can jog, but I can't run. That's hard for me. I like the fact that I can jog for fitness, but to me there's a huge difference between jogging and running.
A city that outdistances man's walking powers is a trap for man.
The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer. [The lame goes as far as your staggerer.]
Talk about a foot injury, you can't release how you want to, you can't come out of your breaks how you want to.
I think people underestimate when you have a brace on your knee how much that truly restricts you.
My father did shape me. He didn't drive because he had one leg, and for years I never drove. I had no mobility.
It's really tough when you have back injury because you cannot bend; you cannot react at the balls.
Today, I am a touring standup comic who cannot stand up. Within three minutes, I begin to wilt, lose my balance, and topple over. I can tap dance and run in heels, but I need to use a wheelchair to navigate airports.
At one stage I was using crutches on stage and couldn't walk more than 20 yards but a hip replacement in 2010 sorted that out.
The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.
Florida sends me a handicap sticker when I'm there. It's embarrassing. But I can't walk more than six holes before the whole knee swells up, and then I can't go anymore.
My dad was in a wheelchair and on oxygen for the last few years of his life.
It's damage to a nerve. It pretty much shut down the whole lower part of my left leg. I wasn't able to step anymore. It's called foot drop - basically, you can't lift your foot.
Soon, I'm going to need help crossing the street.
I went to several different grade schools all over the West Coast. I got polio when I was 8 and spent eight months in the hospital and a rehab clinic in Seattle.
On the first day I got my wheelchair, I was also given all my clothes for the next day, a little pile on the chair. I was so proud of myself for getting it all on - the socks and everything. Dressing is a struggle, and it can take up to an hour and a half.
