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Dream – Karma Buddy.

I sat in my wheel chair and struggled to open the front door of the pizza place around the corner. I lost the use of my legs somehow. To open the door I pushed it open and latched it with a simple hook to an eyelet on the wall. The door was green wood with a mesh screen like a porch screen door on a cottage lake house. As I did this, many people passed ignoring me. I was just a cripple trying to get a slice of pizza. I did not ask for help, nor did I want it. This was my life, my dharma, and I did not think to ask for help more than ask for help opening a door when I could walk. Some drunk fellows came out of the pizza place and undid the latch. The door slammed shut.

“Well, you f**king dick.” I said to one of them. They did it deliberately to laugh at the cripples folly. “You think it’s f**king funny to f**k with a cripple? You are a piece of sh*t.” The one man smirked as he walked into the deli next door to buy a pack of cigarettes. I struggled to latch open the door again so I could wheel into the pizza place. The problem was the latch. It was a bit out of my reach and maneuvering the door was not easy in a wheelchair. I had to lift my body an inch with one arm while trying to latch the hook with the other hand. It was a sloppy affair, but if I prepared properly, I could usually hook it with one try. It was like trying to thread a needle while falling backwards into a chair. I did it again and the other man unlatched it again as I turned the wheelchair to go inside. “Well you c**k sucking f**king pig. You’re a real hero with your forty ouncer teasing a cripple. Why don’t you come over here so I can rip you a new *sshole.”

“Then what? Are you going to try and f**k me you little faggot cripple?”

“Mother f**ker. Come one over and I’ll show how a cripple f**ks a bitch you like you.”

The man was enjoying his freedom and ability to walk. I seethed. “Come on man. What? Are you afraid of a little cripple faggot in wheelchair. You’re a pussy.”

“Ha.” The man said as his friend turned away smiling. The other man picked up the sandwich board of the daily specials that sat outside the pizza place. He swung it around like a discus thrower and launched it my direction. I saw from its trajectory it would miss so I did not move or flinch. However, the man lost his balance and stumbled backward off the curd, tripped and fell in the street. At the exact moment a UPS delivery trunk came speeding down the boulevard and splattered the guy into the pavement. His body turned to blood and mush. If he survived, he would be far worse off than me. Traffic came to halt and people clustered around with mild concern as only urbanites can do. The moment struck them more as horror-flick entertainment than a call to heroic action like giving CPR. I wheeled up to the deli and got the other mans attention. He was walking out, tapping his cigarettes against his palm.

“Hey. There’s karma buddy. Look at your friend.”

He looked to the street and indifference spread across his face. “I didn’t really know that guy.” He said and walked away.

I was relieved. I thought I was actually going to have to fight him. I thought I should buy a Rambo knife and some mace and mount it on my chair for quick draw defense for future harassment from drunks.

I woke.