I can remember getting my first hang tag for disabled parking, not for one of my kids, but for one of the four knee surgeries I had in a two-year period. It was a huge blessing at a time where maneuvering through every sort of weather on crutches was an invitation to re-injury.
Fast forward a few years, and I had a son who was confined to a wheelchair during school hours while he tried to heal from a serious internal bleed in his hip. Other parents GLARED at me for parking in the disabled spots in front of our school, despite the fact that they watched me hauling a heavy, old wheelchair out of my vehicle every day for my son. I had my application in the dashboard window until his hang tag arrived, but my grouchy, judgmental fellow parents never took time to notice it. The principal confirmed to me that people called complaining that I was parking there without my parking tag showing. It gave us both a good laugh at the pettiness of others.
Since that time, my son has been know to bark at me if I dare to suggest that we use that hang tag when he is fully ambulatory.
Interestingly, I had a friend challenge that notion recently. She described frustration with a parking lot that was crammed to the gills with cars, nowhere to park, but dozens of handicapped parking spaces sitting frustratingly vacant.
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I never thought of it this way, and my son still isn't buying into it.
What say you? Do you agree with my award-winning friend this week, Heather? How do you handle parking?
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~ Barb Dittrich