Some Years ago, When my father became partially paralyzed, I bought him a motorized Wheelchair. In nice weather, he enjoyed riding it around the Hague, where he lired, but in the winter he stored it in my brother-in-law's garage several miles away .
One spring day I decided to my father's house, so a friend took me to the garage on his motorcycle and waited to lead me home. I practiced with the wheelchair for a few minutes, 2nd, when I had the hang of it, we started down a road that had a canal on each side. Thing went well for the first half mile, but when I came off abridge, I encountered and oncoming car and panicked. I lost control of the wheelchair and plunged into a canal, where I ended up standing in waist-deep water beside the wheelchair, which was stark in the mud.
As I turned around, I saw my friend waving tome. About 20 cars had stopped, and people were running my way. They started to pull the wheelchair free, and, when I began to Walk out of the water, I heard cries of, "where's the invalid?" and ''H's a miracle!" we told my father that his wheelchair had nearly been famous for finding mud that heals.