I went to Australia with a good friend of mine from high school about the time I was struggling to walk safely outdoors but not using a wheelchair full time. I borrowed a manual wheelchair from a local vendor and we took it with us just in case.
Sure enough if we were going to see the sights efficiently I was going to have to use that chair and she was going to have to push it. On the very first day, within hours of landing, we were out exploring a local church. Naturally it started pouring rain!
There we were several blocks from the car and had lost our bearings. So she pushed me in the wrong direction for a short time before we realized we were going the wrong way. As huge raindrops fell on us we finally got back to the car and called it a day.
During the rest of that trip she pushed me everywhere including this super long ramp down at the Sydney Harbor that I think she’s still got sore calfs from.
All throughout this trip and even after when we got home and she had to push me around on occasion, she never made me feel like it was a burden to help. There are several stories we remember of help gone awry or situations where we just had to laugh. I’m so thankful that we had the opportunity to travel together and are still great friends today.