“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

  • Fourth - I do have a new neighborhood, but it’s not entirely clear if I have neighbors. People trudge up and down the street on a regular basis. We smile here and there. But they are pretty thin on the ground, these … Continue reading
  • 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