A Life that is Full of shit!

Dear Lighters:

Here is the latest account on how I am doing. Yesterday, my nephew Wyman came to roll with me in his rented wheelchair. He let me go first and didn't know I've learned how to roll on the first section of the slightly down hill sidewalk using my left hand only, without braking it with my right hand to compensate for the slanted surface. I didn't hear him gaining until almost to the turn around mid-point. He was rolling on the black top to catch up! He said I roll much faster now and he couldn't keep up on the sidewalk and had to cheat a little.

As I was catching my breath before the return trip, I noticed that I was on record time and that my right hand, forearm, the right side of my shirt and pants all have traces of shit on them. My first thought was "Oh, no. I had a bowel accident!". But soon I saw a patch of must be dog shit on my right wheel! Wyman abandoned his wheelchair and ran across the street to the Happy House and got some napkins and then some water to do some temporary cleaning. That was quick thinking on Wyman's part!

I rolled pretty hard on my return trip, watching out for the dog shit which I never did see. On the last stretch, I felt tired. Nonetheless, it was a new record of 28:26 minutes with Wyman egging me on! Considering my first time out of 61+ minutes in July, I cut it off by more than a half!

Well, if my pants aren't soiled by my own shit, the dog shit will do it for me. What a life that is full of shit!

Fellow Lighter,

Pat Wong 黃雄耀