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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... and designed to lend space for a future tennis court and a swimming pool to be built when the children are older. We thought of the kids growing up. In the basement we planned to put in fitness machines and special training poles for Wendy. A workshop was also to be set up for wood-, metal- and other works, and a little bathroom was to be fitted beside it. The central heating unit would be placed down here too. Similarly to the ground floor, our basement was full of poles and handrails, but we also built a little, three persons elevator in the house, making it possible for Wendy to avoid the stairs. We designed special rolling chairs with crutch cases and brakes for her, and purchased a low-built ironing table so that she could do the ironing easier. Wendy was our main reviewer and quality controller during the construction. My Dad’s colleagues and friends were enthusiastic about helping us. It was great that people whom we had never met provided support and came to assist us, just because they wanted to help a handicapped woman have an average life. Everything went fine and quick. Our company’s machines excavated the basements during the week, and my Dad’s fellows set the forms on Saturday and Sunday. The next week we sent the concrete pump and mixer trucks to the site, and poured the concrete. The house was put up at this pace in quite a short time, with our company doing the machine work and purchasing the raw materials on weekdays, whiles my Dad’s fellows did the fine ...

... jobs at the weekends. Wendy, Carl, my Dad and I checked and re-checked everything several times, but many good ideas came from our colleagues and Dad’s fellows as well. For example we put more non-flammable elastic plastic protectors on such places where the kids could hit themselves. Except for the two main doors (opening to the street and the garden) and the inner garage door, every doorway was without a threshold. Several doors were, in fact, sliding ones. Three months later, when the house was basically ready, the women in the family started putting the finishing touches to it. Wendy, her mom, Sarolta, her grandma, Bernadette and my mom busied themselves fitting everything. They equipped the house with the conveniences and our latest inventions, which were to unburden Wendy of the daily chores and ease housework or child rearing in the coming years. Two weeks after everything was fitted Wendy stood in the living room, supported by two crutches, in the circle of our family members. She was beaming, "John, I got the deed. This fantastic house is mine! DESPITE THE FACT THAT I’M A HANDICAPPED, ONE-LEGGED WOMAN, YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO GET AWAY FROM MY GRATITUDE. I’ll run after you for a lifetime. Will you try to raise two kids with me here?" I hugged her, "Wendy dear, I’ve promised that, so my answer is YES, YES and YES!" We kissed passionately until both our families began coughing. We came up for air and everybody started to plan our wedding. At the end of the planning session ...