One of my wheelchair travelers is a young man of middle-eastern origin and poor English. I don’t know if he didn’t understand that the driver would get a ramp out for him or if, as seems more likely, he is building up his strength to get in to the train without help. Some very fit individuals do. But he’s not there yet and last week he didn’t hoik the chair up high enough and it got caught on the lip of the train. Over went the chair tipping him face first onto the train floor.
He didn’t fuss, though the rest of us flapped round in a tizz – train driver, station staff, fellow passengers. But the young man simply crawled around on his hands until he was in a good position for someone to lift him back into his chair. He’s got the determination to get there eventually. But I was relieved he waited for the ramp this week.