Once they were at school, Simon
had to wait until everyone was off the bus before he could get off. The Chipettes and Simon’s
brothers walked slowly next to Simon, so they could maintain the same pace as
him.
“It’s a good thing your locker is
on the bottom row,” Eleanor remarked.
“Yes, it is. Otherwise, I’d need to add another thing to
my “Help Simon With” list.”
Jeanette put her hand on his
shoulder. “Try not to let it get you
down, Simon.”
“It’s not.”
“Good.”
In class, the teachers were
overjoyed to see Simon again. They had
removed his desk in the fron row so he could wheel right into its space. Being around positive supportive adults and stimulating
educational facts, Simon almost felt like his own self again. The teachers treated him just like they would
any other student, proving that even though he was in a wheelchair, his brain
was still the same.
For the next few weeks, Simon
adjusted to living in a wheelchair fairly well.
He ate at the breakfast nook, since it was the perfect height for his
chair. He got used to maneuvering around
with his chair and even pushed himself to go pretty fast. The people at school soon got used to seeing
him there, and it was much less awkward for him.
Dave was relieved to see that
Simon was adjusting to living in a wheelchair, but he still worried that his
son might never be able to walk again.
He’d constantly ask Simon if he tried moving his legs that day or if he
felt any changes. Simon would reply, “No,
but there’s always tomorrow.” He couldn’t
help but be proud of his son’s bravery and optimism. There was just one worry in Dave’s mind
now. Simon wouldn’t go near his science
equipment, not even after Dave had brought some of it up from the lab.
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