I can still remember the day it hit me: my legs werenβt as strong as they used to be.Β
The simple things I once took for granted β walking to the mailbox, going grocery shopping, or even playing with my grandkids β became exhausting tasks.Β
As my mobility declined, so did my independence. And with that, my entire world started to shrink.
I tried to ignore it, pushing myself harder, thinking it was just a phase. But every time I found myself relying on someone else to help me get around, I felt a sense of shame and frustration.Β
The worst part? Watching the worry in my familyβs eyes, knowing they were concerned about me.
Eventually, it became clear that my body wasnβt going to bounce back on its own. I needed help.
I researched traditional mobility scooters, but the thought of dealing with a heavy, bulky device didnβt appeal to me at all.Β
How could I maintain any sense of freedom if I needed someone to help me load and unload a scooter just to leave the house?
Β It felt like a catch-22 β I needed help to stay independent, but the solution felt just as limiting as the problem.
That was until I discovered the Feather Power Scooter.