I must let go of expectations from people in my old life, before the rheumatoid disease and wheelchair.
Maybe the people, but surely their expectations. And, of people I meet in my shrunken world, that tendency I have to assume the worse of their intentions when they greet me with a smile and engage me in conversation.
My intense concentration on my vulnerability has heightened my suspicions of 'strangers'. But, to meet fine people like yourself, I know I cannot keep up this NYC subway mentality.