Are you okay?

I type this late at night, as I listen to a Coldplay cd (X&Y), so am knackered, but can afford a bit of a lay-in tomorrow. I must give a good recommendation of Galaxy Minstrels, yumm yummmmmmm.

Right, yet again, more rambling, sorry. Two notes on my phone this week. The first was made late last week, after i was greeted by a man (to be honest, slightly weird-looking, scary to young children methinks). I should not judge a book by it's cover, so didn't, allowed him to approach me despite looking like a crazed mad-man. He gently asked "are you okay?"....
Hmmm, I was slightly stunned, so gave an affirmative, as well as returning the question. Absolutely no harm was intended from either side, but i was left slightly startled, questioning why he had asked me. Aware that I had a physical appearance as i generally do now, in my wheelchair. I was not bleeding, or in floods of tears, or in obvious discomfort, but i was in a wheelchair, so disabled, not as physically able as everyone else.
 He reinforced for me, the fact that many see the need of a wheelchair as a big disability and then use the lowest common denominator. "Oh no, he's in a wheelchair, therefore he's disabled, therefore he can't think normally." This does irritate me, and so sometimes i do imagine playing up to it. But no. I have to then turn it, and use it positively, thinking about what i have, and how fortunate i am not to need to tell of deep problems  I might have.