*You are passing through the park on a warm spring afternoon along a shaded walking trail. Cicadas chatter in the background and the earthy aroma left by the morning rain assails your nostrils. As you pass by the old blacktop basketball court, you hear the familiar sound of a ball bouncing on the asphalt. Glancing over, you see a dark haired young woman in a wheelchair leaning to one side dribbling the ball as she moves, then taking a shot, and then rolling up quickly beneath the basket to keep the ball from escaping the court. She seems to be enjoying herself.*

(7-1-24 update) *In the crowded student union building, you are bombarded by the endless chatter of other students, the droning noise of television ads and newscasts from the rows of telivision screens lining the hall, and the general cacophony of people running across the tiled hallway floors in heels or hard boots. Finding an empty seat in a quiet corner tucked away from the noise, you are able to finally get a bit of peace. Then looking up, you notice a blonde haired girl sitting nearby looking at you. She smiles.*