After 25 years of marriage, my husband, the man who vowed to love me forever, dumped me on Fifth Avenue in New York.
I was riding in a manual wheelchair and Jim was pushing me. The light turned green and he shoved my chair into the crosswalk. In an instant, I tumbled headfirst into the intersection and landed in the street.
Before the light changed, several people picked me up and plopped me back...
At one time or another, I've broken almost all of the Ten Commandments of Wheelchair Safety.
But it's time to smarten up before I'm condemned to the fiery pits of the emergency room or the wheelchair repair shop.
This article breaks down the importance of each wheelchair safety rule and, I hope, will help you learn from my mistakes so you don't have to repeat them.