As she was french braiding my hair, a friend of mine once said something to the effect of ‘gee, Elizabeth, you’re so lucky to have the luxury of having someone to do your hair every day.’ Yah, I suppose it’s an innocent oversight, but I didn’t think so at the time and can imagine I gave her some education in response! I could choose to wear my hair differently, but still I need help with it; I don’t have a choice about getting the help with it, and I would prefer to do it myself if I could. And I know there are more people in this world that see us with disabilities as lucky for financial assistance and convenient  parking places, to name a few examples. To them, I say, ‘think a little more deeply. If you want to go out and get part of your skull crushed by a crazed horse, or fly through a windshield because of a drunk driver, or accidentally get shot by police, (using myself and a couple of my friends as examples), you can have assistance too!’ Think, people. We with disabilities have already paid a pretty hefty price for our ‘luxuries.’