I was with my brother Chris in a store. He was in his red wheelchair and was moving along in it very quickly while I ran behind him. Chris suddenly ran into a rope which caught Chris's stomach. I screamed and ran up to him. The wheelchair seemed damaged but Chris seemed unharmed. I noticed however some kind of liquid under the chair and deduced Chris had shit his pants as a result of the crash.

I told him that he shouldn't have done that and that I would take him to a bathroom. I started thinking I would have to clean him after he was finished but that didn't really bother me because I understood that since Chris was crippled he wouldn't be able to help himself.

I picked up a list which showed the prices of wheelchairs. A wheelchair like Chris's would cost $45.00. I was going to ask for one.