My trip to Arizona was awesome! It was good to see my friends. I love how they just see me Not some problem...they remind me that I am worth something -- I may be more of a bother than someone else, but it's OK because they want me around. I wish my parents and my brothers could see me this way. But I'm a burden. It's such a jarring contrast. It has gotten me thinking... I missed a few of my good friends down there, which made me sad....maybe next time. And Washington is cold... I did have a scare though. One of the perils of traveling on an airplane with a wheelchair is having to check it. Baggage people aren't always kind to wheelchairs. A few years ago, my wheelchair was dropped off a plane and the body got all bent up. My dad lost the airline voucher saying they would pay for it -- so I ended up buying a whole new chair. Out of my own money. It was expensive. So I've been a bit wary of checking my wheelchair ever since. I mostly fly Southwest (the discount airline actually treats me like a human-being...and they have never dropped my chair, unlike *cough*Delta *cough*. Go figure.) Anyway, I was flying southwest, so I tried not to worry. The flight there was OK. My chair was unscathed. Life was good. My night flight was delayed. So, we landed late and I was tired. The people had a hard time sticking the foot rests on (first sign of droppage) and my bros had a hard time putting it in the car, but really, I was too tired to care. I got scared the next day... So I tried the foot rests and they work fine. I think the tags on the chair got caught in the foot rest.Thank goodness!