about the author:
Ricky Tsang was a pillar in our Duchenne community for years. From his website DearRicky.com to his Facebook group We Are Dystrophin, to his first book, Ridiculous: The Mindful Nonsense of Ricky’s Brain, Ricky’s priority was helping and advocating for our community – well, that and romancing women.
Shortly before passing in 2016, Ricky shared the manuscript of his second book with me. It was never published, but now we would like to share it with our Duchenne community.
“Inspirational: My Big Mechanical Derriere”
— Chapter 4, Part 1—
My last Chartland days were at hand in the beginning of fourth grade. I already had a wheelchair of my own. Losing my ability to walk was quite the adjustment, but my satisfaction resided in the fact that I fought the good fight as hard as I could. Having the comfort of a seat cushion became my reward.
Because of my new equipment, our townhouse could no longer sustain my needs, and my parents had to consider mine and my sister’s future. The adventures of looking for a handicapped accessible home commenced. Bungalows were the best options as they didn’t have second floors, but those were old and expensive and without doors wide enough. It was hopeless, and things were uncertain, but little did we know that a miracle was in the works.
While preparing to immigrate to Canada, Aunt Cecelia and Uncle Tong purchased a new home in Ajax that was being built. Yes as it so happened, the immigration process remained in suspended animation because their registrations were rejected. By the time their future home was complete, there was no one to maintain it through the seasons.
Asking Mom, she didn’t remember why we decided to look at their place since it was so far away in the Greater Toronto Area, but upon entrance, she knew that God had answered our prayers. Unlike the dated ones in Scarborough, there was only one step that led inside, which made it possible to have a ramp installed. There was also a large first-floor area to maneuver myself. We were blessed as it was exactly what we needed.
Aunt Cecelia and Uncle Tong were always good to us, and when my parents proposed the idea of purchasing their house, they agreed without hesitation. It was also a help to them as they weren’t about to relocate anytime soon. Seeing that the economy was in a bad state, they rented it to us with great allowance.
And in the end, all worked out for the best because when their immigration papers were finally accepted some years later, they were able to become neighbours with my grandparents. To say the aforementioned happenings were coincidences would be a lie. God’s timing was perfect.