Posted by Den (209.34.1.48) on September 14, 2001 at 03:09:24:
...first...thanks again to Nancy C and Father Christmas for organizing it....and all y'all that contributed to give my son Adam a virtual "make a wish bubba" time.
He rarely eats or drinks anything with his mouth these days. The little shit. He gets his food through a tiny port...called a G Tube...which goes from a pump directly to his belly....two belly buttons now...one functunal...and one which gives him something in common with Britteny Spears and all the tons of hip hugging teenage girls....with their tank tops and and tight abs and perky little butts and those cupcake.......
....Ahem.....Where was i?...oh jes...the highlight of the Adam project.!
..yer generosity...as misguided as it was...tellin him he could spend the money anyway he liked....bought he and i tickets to WWF Smackdown in Houston on Tuesday night....Tuesday night?....
When history made a big turn....on his computer communication board he said "i'm scared"
He accepted the cancellation. As many silent hearts in the world soaked up the unimaginable grief.
Butt they rescheduled for tonight.....WWF Smackdown...and we were there....if you know anything about WWF...keep reading
....if you don't ...Ya may have trouble understanding.
Take what ya need and leave the rest behind.
On our 50 mile trip to Houston he had his pump going for his 4 PM feeding...he seemed out there...I rarely got him to smile (OK so maybe i'm an aggressive driver)....Butt once we arrived and saw the lines of WWF freaks he glowed like a ...a....uh....well.....he smiled alot.....
we got there early....didn't get in line.....so i removed the tubes and set up his food pump thing for the 10PM feeding....figgerin....yea...like i want to start what is more complex than an IV during a wrestling match...duh...i might miss something!
....the Houston Police were not sure what to make of this old hippy (hair and beard very long) workin all these gadgets and tubes and pumps on this "poor kid" in a wheelchair. Got my Grateful Dead hat on....using syringes to evacuate the tubes into the gutter...priming and programming the portable pump. I saw their faces....."uh whatta ya think Joe Bob?....is he a terrorist....I dunno Roy...lets stand up there by him and act casual"
My work done....i proceeded like a pack horse ....gotta have the pump....a camera and binocular bag and this giant over the shoulder thing with ....suffice it to say...a lot of stuff...yet no diapers or wipes...a simple oversight....aaaaauuurghhh. I did however have a bath towel....which i placed under his gluteus maximus....and said "there ...that'll soak up anything that sneaks out....don't shit!...thats an order!"
By this time the line had gone around the corner to Galveston. So we rolled over near the middle...the only fuckin place they had a ramp....and waited.....i got this thing about people checking in line....it infuriates me...so i said"we'lll just wait in this 100 degree heat till the end of the line meets us.
All of a sudden this white stretch limo pulls up....unloading two kids in wheelchairs...(they probably won the lottery or sumthin)....a guy, an obvious employee of the venue, met them (he had on a red vest and nametag)
He gushed over them...when it was clear that he was going to circumvent the long line....i approeched him and said "my son may die in this heat.....may we follow you?" (a white lie)....We were wisked into the building....I could just here the other folks in line grumbling...."they get all the best parkin spaces"...."wish i was paraplegic"....ya get used to it.
Yes he was smilin and laughin and excited....wearin his belt....passed the souveneir stand with wide eyes....the line was 50 deep...i assured him Miss Nancy had set up an account fer him and this weekend we would spend every last dime....cheaper than what the hawkers were gettin.
Wheelchair seating is always a "come what may and then make the best of it" situation. I even looked up the seating plan on the internet. We were kinda behind the (if you don't know WWF...this will mean nuthin) Tritontron...near the wrestlers entrance but couldn't see the big screens.
I checked out all the wheelchair seating ....their were much better seats and went to CUSTOMER SERVICE....after a long wait and doin the "son in a wheelchair" pleading...this supervisor followed me to our seats and said" you bought these tickets and you will remain here...you cannot move to any other section" ....Sic Heil...she kinda glared at our ushers with this..."make sure they don't move look"
We were missin some good stuff!...I continued to eyeball the wheelchair areas on our level...Saw one empty...probably the best one in the house...We headed out..."just gonna stretch ou legs" says i to the "seat police"
We landed in the finest place you could want....
He screamed with joy as his favorites came out....did the fist thing at the bad guys...like he did with Jonny....Saw his main squeeze Lita....THE ROCK fight STONE COLD.....it don't get any better than that.
Sidenote: In between the matches....various big stars appeared on the giant screens with commentaries about the "attack on America"...out of character...honest thoughts and opinons....from "give yer kids an extra hug"...to..."avoid hate"...to...."we are not heroes...the police and firemen are"...to...."turn those bastards homes into parking lots"
It was a very special night for Adam....you gave it to him...the smile on his face (shit eatin grin) as i kissed him goodnight....claim as yers too....you know who you are....whether ya gave money or prayers...sweet dreams.....thanks
DEN
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