There’s an old adage about not truly understanding someone until you have walked in their shoes — or rolled with their wheels?I’ve always been independent, so when a recent health issue restricted me temporarily to a power wheelchair, I was not very pleased.A brown recluse invaded my home, then my bed, and chomped down on my toe and finger. The finger survived; after about a month, the toe and part of my foot did not. My doc issued strict orders to stay off the foot, but he didn’t know that wouldn’t mean bed rest for me.