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"Help, someone!" I screamed

My thin shout was carried away in the breeze Who would hear rounds people would soon arrive but ould I do in the ht and decided I had little choice but to follow et to it

I turned and pusheda deep breath I pushed until my rear end bounced on the next step It nearly bounced the breath out of me I sed, closed my eyes and did another step and then another until I was down the stairway My poor rear end felt raw and quite sore I caught ain and then turned around, putmy body toward the driveway

Gravel and dirt soonwith pain I had to stop often to wipe thehs The noon sun beat down on my face and the warn breeze I had welcomed thehot breath of so overdown my temples

After another ain My choice of clothing this ht The skirt didn't do s, especially about the calf , but I could see the scratch ht leg

After what must have been at least an hour, if not a little more I reached the crest of the driveway and turned to look down the small hill There was my wheelchair on its side near the road It would probably take ht My palms had started to bleed too It really was painful to put the full weight of ravel

Hoas I going to do this now? I looked back at the house It would be horrendous to try to return I would have to get myself up those steps too I started to cry The whole world conspires against ainst me Finally, nearly exhausted I pushed er and frustration

I turnedh momentum to roll

And roll I did, butme hard on my shoulders I hit the side of my head on a small rock once and felt the war and spinning The blue sky and clouds seemed to spin with s and gasped; finally I stopped and lay onup at my chair which was now only a few feet away

I lowered s of cuts and bruises froht ear I was sure I looked a mess My clothes were all stained and ht elbow I felt a scrape there and saw the blood

Nevertheless I had come this far It was no tiled to get to a sitting position again so I could putuntil I reached the chair I was nearly to it, too when I heard the sound of an auto at me I shouted, for fear the driver hadn't seen me when he or she had come around the turn It came to a stop in as surely no more than a few inches from me The bumper was so close I would hit it if I leaned back

I heard the door open and I looked around hopefully, but the s I loweredof defeat My aunt stood over me, her hands on her hips

"What do you think you're doing?" she deone completely mad? Look at you Look at what you've done to yourself"

Through my tears I cried "It's all your fault Why did you have the ramp removed? Where were my van keys? Why didn't you leave them on the kitchen table as you promised?"

"Let's get you back into the house and cleaned up," she said "How did you do this to yourself? Did you fall out of your chair? Why didn't you wait foraround now?"