“Ever stumble into something…find yourself limping along…or get on a roll? These turns of phrase turned into my life…after getting mugged and shot in the spinal cord at age 21. The ensuing decades of stumbling, limping and rolling have now turned into something else. Including this website, a book…and now visitors like you! Welcome.” – Paul Bendix

Paul BendixBlog: Range of Motion
A Wheelchair Odyssey

  • Forest Hill - Parking is difficult, I told my friend David, by way of explanation. After all, I do own a car, and San Francisco does have streets, and even parking spaces, I swear. I swear by the Muni, unfortunately, so what’s a … Continue reading
  • Sheer Delight - I’m sure my mother warned me about shears. They are dangerous, after all. But was she really warning me about sheers? If she was, it’s too late. They are now part of my daily life and lingo, sheers are. Turns … Continue reading
  • Clipper - Let me report that San Francisco has been marvelous for my core…the latter being a bit of American fitness lingo. In fact, one’s bodily core refers, in my limited understanding, to abdominal muscles, back muscles and so on. Always good … Continue reading
  • Old - The Destination Bakery is my destination this particular morning. And I am aware of the flimsiness of this mission. It’s arbitrary, unnecessary…and in my burdensome work-oriented mind, insufficient. What would suffice? The very thing I don’t want, a paying job. … Continue reading
  • Tense - This very morning I was imagining the next time I have to go through airport security. And thinking a lot about, not airports, but security…and, for once, I am imagining this moment with pleasure. Really, it’s because at the end … Continue reading