Its a strange feeling to be in a moment surrounded by others that you know are looking at you and your son. The looks can have many different emotional drivers but the looks are there. To anyone that has ever been in this place to go isn’t always the clear choice. I put Max in his hiking pack and I go, I strap him into the bike trailer and I go, I buckle him into the running stroller and I go. Through 18 holes of miniature golf with Max on my back we putt for the win. In the arcade I take him out of his chair, sit him on my lap and we race cars. I hold onto him with one hand while I steer the tilting motercycle back and forth until we fail to make a new checkpoint. I have become skilled at manuvering through tight corners and doorways with Max in his wheelchair. I am graceful when I am zipping through groups of people. Max and I we do a lot of things together, not because they are easy or convienent but because he deserves to experience every ounce of excitement that life has to offer. I will not apologize for Max and I, I don’t fear the looks or comments we just go.

scott