Hello, @suegaleregis. Hardly a day goes by without my thinking of this. Only yesterday a friend phoned to invite me to join 10 or 12 of our friends at a restaurant within a downtown art museum. The friend who phoned knew that I had mobility issues and that the museum's handicap parking is at a remove from the front door; more challenging yet: the museum's restaurant is quite a ways from the front door. The friend said (most kindly): "We'll all help you in and out." While I truly appreciated the offer, I was once again reminded of how many of us (I, for sure!) have to consider where we are on the Willing to Accept Help One-to-Ten scale: One, I refuse all help; Ten, I happily accept help. I used to be a One, even though I knew that I was being foolish. I'm not yet a Ten, although I'd like to be. I'm somewhere in between, maybe a Six or a Seven, but, as I learn more and more how to live with the reality of my condition, at least, on the One-to-Ten scale, I'm moving in the right––or sensible!––direction. // I wish you a good day, @suegaleregis! ––Ray (@ray666)