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Yesterday was not a good day between Jack and me. We got up a little late, had a 10:00 appointment a half hour away at the Coast Guard Station to renew my dependent ID. The respite worker was late (first day of kindergarten for his daughter), I needed a shower, Jack didn’t understand that he was to get dressed while I was in the shower, well. . . you get the idea.

By the time I loaded the wheelchair onto the Jerry-rigged lift and strapped it down in what I hoped was a secure fashion, I was n...