I have an electric cart I call Floyd. Floyd takes me to talk to my neighbors. It takes me to garage sales all over the town. Floyd is a great companion to me. Before I had him I was a prisoner in my own house. In ten years of living in this house, I had never seen my own back yard except from my covered deck. I never felt the warmth of the sun on my back, I had never smelled a flower nor seen my apple tree. In that ten years I hadn’t smelled the wonderful smells of nature.

Now Floyd takes me in the back yard to pick an apple, as I eat it I smell the beautiful flowers that my wife has grown. I now feel the wonderful warmth of the sun. I gab with my neighbors and have made many friends. I am free at last. Thank you Floyd.