Rolling around

Saturday I took a friend to play Murderball at the local university.  He has cerebral palsy and is confined to a wheelchair.  I enjoyed watching the game and he definitely enjoyed playing, although he was very tired, sore and somewhat bruised by the end of the practice.  It was interesting hanging out with 20 or so people that move around via wheelchairs.  I immediately wanted to dive in and work as a volunteer.  I did help out with a few mechanical issues, but spent most of my time talking with a nice young lady from Connecticut.  She told me all about her life as a second generation Armenian.  Her sister has muscular dystrophy and has been in a wheel chair since she was a child.  She weighs all of 87 pounds but relentlessly smashed into the competitors wheelchairs with the best of them.