Photo by Ellie Williams-Gilbert
I have a brother in a remote land, but we’ve never met. Our ancestors sprang from different soils, but our hearts and personal histories are alike. A T4 para, he was injured on his younger brother’s birthday; my injury, at the T11 level, falls on the birthdate of my older brother. He rides a Mogo wheelchair made in southeast Australia; my TiSport was manufactured in the northwest United States.
Twice a week a nurse comes to visit Willie Gilbert in his modest home to care for a pressure ulcer on his ankle. I drive to a Portland hospital every two weeks to see my wound care nurse for my ankle ulcer. His aboriginal ancestors were exploited by European settlers who came to New South Wales in the 1800s. My European ancestors traveled west from New York state to California, in search of gold, about the same time. We are two