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My Wife managed to get Train Tickets for us to go to Montreal for a day trip on August 22nd. I think Montreal’s a beautiful city, especially Old Montreal. It’s not exactly overly Wheelchair Accessible, but I always have a good time there.

Actually, today’s childhood memory has to do with Montreal, but I’ll get to that later.

So, I had a busy day so far.
I went to the Bank this morning to pay bills. This Afternoon, I went to Walmart to buy household items. So long story short, I’m a poor man.

Tonight, my Wife & I are heading to a Photo Exhibit sponsored by World Vision. We actually sponsor a Child from Africa, and it’s been just over a year now. I have to admit it’s kinda fun hearing from her & being sent drawings from her. It’s pretty rewarding too. I suggest that if you can afford it, give it a try.

After the Exhibit, we’ll be heading to The Sparks Street Mall for the Busker Festival. Most of the acts were here last year or previous years, but we’ll still check it out. Tomorrow night, we’re heading to the Rideau Canal for the Rideau Canal Festival.

So, I’m gonna be busy for a few days, plus it’s a long weekend here.

So here’s another childhood memory.
My Classmates & I went to Montreal when I was a kid. This was my first time there, so I was pretty excited. One day, we decided to go to Park Safari just outside of Montreal. Our Bus is going down the Highway & we see a barriade set-up by the Police. I think there was an Escaped Convict or something, so the Cops were stopping all Vehicles.

So, put this image in your head cause it’s pretty funny.
Our Bus had four kids in Wheelchairs, including me. We’re all about eleven or twelve years old, give or take a year or so. Also, on the Bus were four Adults, including the Driver. We pull up to the Cop Cars and he’s talking to our Driver. She explained who we were & where we’re going. Next thing I know, the Cop gets on our Bus with a HUGE Revolver Shotgun, which I nearly crapped my Pants looking at. He assured us that nobody would get hurt & he was just looking around.

After we felt safe with the mystery man with a HUGE gun, we asked if he’d take pictures with us. So, sure enough, we all took turns posing with him. There’s a picture of him, me, & the Gun in my Living Room. If I remember right, I look horrified in the picture.

Well, that’s it for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow.

Thanks for reading.

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So last night, I spent the evening with my Wife. We hung out & watched America’s Got Talent. We were hoping to see performances in the second round, but there weren’t any. At least we got to hang out though.

In other news, my Wife & I are trying to plan a day trip to Montreal. So far, the phone lines & website are jammed due to VIA Rail’s 60% sale offer. Last weekend, they went on Strike and this is their way of apologizing for it. The offer was extended until this Friday, so hopefully we can pull it off.

I’m heading to Walmart tomorrow afternoon, because frankly, my life just isn’t funny enough. I have to pick up some household items, and I’m cheap. The answer to that equation is to go to Walmart.

Tomorrow night, my Wife & I are heading out to the Busker Festival on the Sparks Street Mall. I usually have a pretty good time, if I get a good view. I usually try to find Performers who are setting up & I quickly nab a spot in the front. I keep hoping one of them will pick me from the crowd to help them, or at least be part of their show. If any of the Performers are reading this, I have a really big powered wheelchair & I can possibly be used to jump over, or hell, just bang on my table. I’m also a pretty fun guy & know how to get the crowd going. I can do stuff, trust me. I used to be a Stand-Up Comedian.

Use me!

It’s a pretty rainy day here in Ottawa, so it’s time for another childhood memory from when I was living in the Hospital.

Today, I’m gonna talk about the second time that I broke my leg.

I was on my way back to the Hospital after spending the day at the Jack Purchell Community Centre. We were just about to cross the Pretoria Bridge by the Rideau Canal. A Car cut us off, and the Driver had to slam on the brakes.

The Seat of my wheelchair fell forward. I hit the Driver on the back of his head with my face & then I crashed to the floor face first. The Woman that was with me started freaking out and screaming. The Ventilator Tube had come off, so I wasn’t breathing during the ordeal. Luckily, the Woman quickly realized and grabbed the Ambu Bag.

An Ambu-Bag is something that goes on my neck to help me breathe. Everytime someone squeezes it, it fills my lungs with air. Part of my Disability affect my lungs and I can’t breathe on my own. So yadda, yadda, yadda, the Ambu-Bag saved my life.

I laid there on the floor until the Ambulance came. I was moaning in pain. One of the Paramedics asked the Woman if I always moaned or made odd sounds. I managed to yell, No! I’m in pain, damnit! He felt stupid for asking.

As they carried me out on the Stretcher, I asked someone if I was going to be on the TV news. Even as a kid, I was a Media Whore.

So I arrived “home” in an Ambulance, and got wheeled into the ER. The funniest thing about all of this was that the Nurses had no idea who I was. Even though, I had been living there for at least ten or eleven years at this point. They kept asking me where I lived & I kept saying, upstairs, I live upstairs!. I think they believed that I hit my head just a little too hard.

Eventually, they called upstairs and the Nurse vouched for me. I broke both of my legs, and my nose. The Bus Company paid me $3000 and I had a wonderful trip to Toronto.

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