The letter I had dreaded from the Department of Motor Vehicles arrived last week. The crowds, parking, how on Earth was I going to manage with my walker? The parking. The waiting. I finally decided, do it, get it over with. I called for an appointment, then changed my mind and decided to go in person.
I arrived and believe it or not, God had opened a No. 1 place for me next to the handicapped spot. It was meant to be.
I took my purse and walker and went in to make an appointment. People were everywhere — nice people, opening doors, helping me with my walker, at least 20 people waiting in line for either appointments or to take the test.
I was told to go to the head of the line. The young lady at the desk gave me a number. Even before I sat down, my number was called.
A wonderful young man, after looking at my paper, laughed. “Your birthday is the day after mine.” I laughed back and said we were both Geminis.
I asked about making a change on my license plate to show I’m handicapped.
He immediately said, “I will change it.” He changed the license plate and put it on my car. I was thrilled.
He sent me over to have my picture taken, saying they would put me right through.
I took the test. I passed. I came home happy. It took less than an hour.
I want the people of Fresno to know that it was great service at the DMV, (Blackstone and Sierra avenues). I was treated royally. I am 88 years old and hope to be back in five years.