She: “I dislike being the inspiring one all the time.”
Me: “How so?”
She: “It happens when you’re in a wheelchair. People feel the need to come up to you and talk about how you’re the wind beneath their wings. It’s hard. I don’t have a good answer for that.”
Me: “Simple enough. You correct them and say you’re the cold north wind beneath their wings.”
She: “Brrrrrrrr. That’s inspiring.”
Me: “Indeed.”
