At our family reunion last month, everyone walked to Navy Pier for a ride on the 150 foot-high Ferris Wheel with its spectacular view of Chicago. As husband, David, counted the number of tickets we would need, my nephews and son asked me if I wanted to go along for the ride.

I admitted that I would love to go. (I wouldn’t have even brought up the subject because of the accessibility issues and had already planned to stay back to watch the strollers and diaper bags while the parents and kids went on the ride.)  But the “boys” wanted me to go and were insistent that we could do it! They were so eager to help; how could I refuse?

So, in front of everyone else waiting in line, the Ferris Wheel attendants stopped the ride, the guys lifted me into one of the 40 gondolas, moved my scooter to the exit, jumped in with me, and locked the door as we took off. 

When I let others help me, when I’m willing to take a risk, and when I relinquish control to people who love and care about me, I can soar to new heights. What an exhilarating experience!!!!!!!!!!!!