Rolling with Laughter

posted on October 1, 2009 - 3:13pm
QUEST Vol. 16, No. 4
Both my wife, Sharon, and I took the “in sickness and in health” wedding vow seriously and have been able to keep it very well, even though I’m in a wheelchair and she’s had some back problems. But when we both got a rough case of the flu at the same time and neither of us could help the other, all bets were off.
posted on April 1, 2009 - 10:42am
QUEST Vol. 16, No. 2
During cool spring and fall weather, friends and neighbors gather around Tom’s fire pit down by his lake dock almost every Friday night. Some arrive by car, some by boat and some, meaning me, by wheelchair.
posted on January 1, 2009 - 3:49pm
QUEST Vol. 16, No. 1
Brice Carroll lives in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
posted on November 1, 2008 - 10:21am
QUEST Vol. 15, No. 6
It was 5 o’clock on a weekday afternoon. I was sitting on the corner of Montrose, a five-lane thoroughfare through downtown Houston, and Sul Ross, a little cross street between West Alabama and Richmond. The class I was taking at the University of St. Thomas had ended for the day, and I was waiting for my faithfully late METRO bus.
posted on July 1, 2008 - 1:51pm
QUEST Vol. 15, No. 4
Brice Carroll, a retired accountant, lives in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
posted on March 1, 2008 - 4:03pm
QUEST Vol. 15, No. 2
The plan was for my wife and me to take the narrow, two-lane blacktop road that deadends onto Utah’s Bonneville Salt Flats. Then leave the end of the blacktop road just before dark, drive a few miles off across the salt flats until night fell, then turn around and head back home.
posted on January 1, 2008 - 2:51pm
QUEST Vol. 15, No. 1
Hello everyone. My name is Barbara and I’m a shoplifter. I stole a pair of Vanity Fair, beige, size 9 underwear. I know every criminal claims she isn’t guilty. And I’m not. Not really. After an evening of back-to-school shopping, I was settling into the passenger seat of our van when my husband Jim asked, “What’s this?” He stood under the beaming light of a suburban shopping center, waving the...
posted on September 1, 2007 - 11:49am
QUEST Vol. 14, No. 5
Although my current age of 55 means I’m no longer a young pup, it doesn’t mean I’m a mangy mutt, either. And even though I’m now considered a senior, I sure don’t feel or act like one. And my wife agrees. She says I have more of a sophomoric sense of humor and a junior highish level of maturity. And not only do I not act my age, I don’t look my age either. I know for a fact that people seeing me...
posted on May 1, 2007 - 3:29pm
QUEST Vol. 14, No. 3
Brice Carroll, a retired accountant, and Sheba live in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
posted on March 1, 2007 - 11:47am
QUEST Vol. 14, No. 2
Sometimes, I imagine my life is a sitcom. I’m the star of the “Wheelchair Lucy” show. My husband, Jim, doesn’t have a Spanish accent. However, like Ricky Ricardo, he does shake his head a lot and exclaim, “Oh, Lucy, not again!” Exposed I’m convinced that I could easily produce a full season of episodes based on my experiences. One could feature me at the swimming pool.
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