“We don’t have to comply with the Americans with Disabilities Acts. We’re a privately owned residential area.”
After some protesting and trying to understand I thanked him for his time and hung up the phone, frustrated.
This was the second time I had approached the HOA of the condo complex we live in and both times I got the same answer. That they don’t fall under the category of having to comply with the American with Disabilities act. From my own research I learned they also don’t fall under the Fair Housing Act because of the date they were built.
I was trying to get a ramp put in for the only entrance and exit in and out of the converted condo we live in. There are a few steps leading up and they’re just high enough and shallow enough where lifting Champion’s wheelchair onto its back wheels isn’t feasible.
So we have a *five foot portable ramp we keep out front that I put out and pick up each time Champion and I leave the house.
This has been a good solution thus far. I had no complaints about it…until we started talking about expanding our family and having another baby.
The thought of picking up the hefty five foot ramp while pregnant was concerning to me. And the reasoning may seem irrational but for me I felt like I needed to have a solution to the ramp in order to move forward.
A couple of years ago I had a miscarriage. The pregnancy was a surprise pregnancy that ended ten days after we found out.
The morning that it happened I had been out grocery shopping. I remember straining to pick up a heavy bag of groceries and a few minutes later discovered that the pregnancy was looking like it would be ending in a miscarriage.
Although the extreme stress of that time period may have had more to do with it then the lifting, that was what stuck in my mind. So when we started discussing trying for another baby, the lifting of the ramp was one of the things that came to my mind, and caused me to worry.
But then in the midst of the initial frustration and worry of the HOA’s response to putting a permanent ramp out there, this thought floated through my mind and brought such peace to my heart: “Why worry about something that I know God is going to work out anyway, just like He has over and over again before?”
I began to remember how He worked it out for me to leave my job and stay home with Champion, how He worked it out for us to find the place we’re living at that has been great for us up until this point, how He worked it out so that Champion got services he needed but didn’t look like he’d get, how He worked it out for us to be financially taken care of over and over again.
So many instances where I wasted time worrying about something that worked out even more beautiful that I could have ever imagined.
As I remembered all those times and then some I began to relax and felt myself just trusting.
Trusting that there would be a solution that would be beyond what I can think or imagine.
Trusting that He would provide us exactly what we need as we seek to enter into a new season of adding to our family.
Trusting that He knows all my fears and worries and He is right there, ready to give me peace of mind and peace in my heart.
So this time I refuse to worry, I refuse to waste time on something that I know God will work out anyway, just like He has time and time before.
Let’s Talk! Please share your thoughts on worry and how you cope with it. Has there been a time you worried about something only to find it work out in a way that you never thought possible? What are some things you worried about only to find out all the worrying was in vain?
*Looking for a portable ramp? Here’s a handy calculator we found helpful for figuring out the size ramp we needed.
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