Re March 8 letter by Richard Coleman, “Thanks for crackdown on handicapped scofflaws”
I can’t agree more. People have no regard for those of us that have problems with our health whether it be visible to others or not. People look at me when I get out of my car like I should not have handicapped tags, but I have severe arthritis and can’t walk far, just had my second knee replacement and constant back pain. It seems trivial, but remember they are not given out without a doctor filling out a form with your medical problems. They do not come out of a gumball machine.
The police need to pay close attention to the placards that still do not have the handicapped person’s picture on it; that went into effect on Jan. 1 of this year and plenty of notice was given. People are either too lazy or too cheap to go to the DMV and spend the $1 to purchase the new one. Maybe they do not like the idea of now being allowed to get only one instead of one for each car. Remember, they are for the car with the handicapped person only and it is not a problem to transfer it from car to car. They are not heavy.
Also, why do people park in the handicapped spots with the placard or tags and leave the handicapped person sitting in the vehicle while they shop? There is no reason for them to take up a handicapped spot if the handicapped person is not getting out of the vehicle.
What has happened to the courteous, caring people of this country? A smile does not hurt and will not cause a wrinkle and always remember, courtesy is contagious! Do little things, take a shopping cart back for a person unloading theirs, check to see that there is no one behind you before you let the door shut in their face, help the elderly or vertically challenged reach something from a high shelf in the grocery store.
Will any of the above cause you harm or much time? No, and if you try them you will find that they will make you feel good. You never know when you may need help or have a handicap and need one of those parking spaces. Treat others like you want to be treated. The road of life is a long, winding one and some of the bumps and ramps can lead to places we never thought we would go.
The writer lives in Myrtle Beach.