I was in a bind. It was a Thursday night, around 6 p.m., and I had just wrapped up at the gym. As I rolled through the exit, I saw a text message from my evening attendant: He wasn’t feeling well and said he couldn’t come over to help me into bed. Finding a last-minute replacement would be tough. Luckily, Berkeley has a backup service that means I’ll never be left solo.
When Gina Schuh couldn't get her broken wheelchair fixed, she wrote about it. And possibly set off a revolution.