A Cookie for a Friend

Writing what I live and see

As I pulled into the convenience store parking lot, I couldn’t help but notice a man with gray hair sitting in his wheelchair. I parked my car, ready to find someone who could benefit from a little company. At first, I kept staring at the man as he skillfully maneuvered his wheelchair and how he avoided colliding with others and rolled his wheelchair to the edge of the parking lot, ...

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