Confined for Now

Without repairs to his wheelchair, a West Philly man is forced into a hermetic existence.

By Liz Spikol
Add Comment Add Comment | Comments: 2 | Posted Mar. 31, 2009

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And he’s off again, his mental wheels working just fine.

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1. Dave said... on Mar 31, 2009 at 05:12PM

“Excellent article. It's so refreshing to see a well written piiece about pwople with disabilities that doesn't classify us as "heroes." I too have cerebral palsy ann can attest to the racket that is wheelchair repair. Seems as though specialized compainies have monopolies on wheelchair repairs/sales in local areas. So, in a jam, Lars and the rest of us are screwed.

If I might make a suggestion to Lars, local colleges (at least thise with offices for Students With Disabilities) might have some ideas as far as resources for repair are concerned, especailly if students who use wheelchairs live on campus. Also, Veterans Affiars Centers might be able to point you in the right direction.

Again, well done article. Good luck Lars!”

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2. Any update? said... on Jun 12, 2009 at 01:18PM

“any update on lars' struggle? has he gotten a chair that works back?”


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