We don’t know the Atlanta airport at all. Thus we ended up stumbling around a bit trying to find our way. We wanted to get to the car and get going because we had a long drive ahead of us. Finally we were pointed in the right direction and found ourselves the first in line for an inaccessible bus that was heading to the rental car centre. We asked the driver about accessibility and he told us to just wait for a second and he sprinted off coming back with a very friendly and helpful woman.
She told us that she had called for one of the accessible buses and that it would be there in about five minutes.
They offered to help me up and respected me when I said that I wanted to do it on my own. With the folded out ramp continuing to a ramp inside, there were two differing slopes, the first grade was easy the second much harder.
It was great.
My first good experience on a bus as a wheelchair user.
Here’s the interesting part and I hoped you kept reading because this post isn’t really about that entry onto the bus, it’s about getting off the bus.
While she was doing this and the ramp was moving she couldn’t hear the non disabled people, all with their luggage on wheels calling for her to leave the ramp down. One man, a tired looking, sweaty from travel, businessman was almost frantic. He wanted the ramp down. But it was put away and people were getting on, all having to lift luggage of some kind.
Others around agreed.
He looked at me and said, “You guys fought for this, but everyone can benefit, so thanks.”
Okay.
That was the first time that a non disabled person has ever even hinted at an understanding that, first, we fought for access, and second, that access is universal.
I’m still in a bit of shock from the remark, and don’t really know what to make of it.
But then, sometimes I think it’s okay to just enjoy the moment.
So, that’s what I’m doing, here in the hotel, hours later.
