...I can see people coming and going downstairs from their cars to the parking garage.

I try not to spend too much time doing this, but there are just some days when I sense the movements and turn to look.

Several times a day, a woman comes in riding a motorized wheelchair. She appears healthy (although she is extremely overweight) and generally looks pretty good natured. I always wonder what put her there, in that wheelchair, and say a little prayer that "there, but for the grace of god, go I."

Today, when I went down to the company cafe to grab a bite to eat, I noticed that a motorized wheelchair was plugged into an outlet near the cafe.

And there she was, standing in the line for her food. After getting her order, she walked over, seemingly effortlessly, to the drink fountain to grab a super-size Regular Coke.

As I got my food and walked by the wheelchair again, I noticed a pack of Marlboros in her basket.

I'm trying not to be judgmental because I really despise that part of me.