No More Mr Nice Guy
 
   It’s a nice day, isn’t it?    Not many people know that there are two definitions for nice.  The way I’ve used it above – a nice day, a nice dinner, a nice puppy-dog – is one way.  But there’s also the definition that refers to a slight or subtle difference – a nice distinction.     Here’s a ‘nice’ topic of discussion – the day you lost your virginity.  Everyone remembers it, right?  Whether you were sixteen or forty, in the back of your boyfriend’s car or on your wedding night – you remember that day.    I remember the day I lost my ‘niceness’.    I don’t think I was ever a nice person, really.  Oh, I was able to smile at people and observe the usual courtesies and social conventions.  I considered myself a good friend and would do ‘nice’ things for people, because I liked them or admired them.  A lot of people told a lot of other people that I was a ‘nice’ lady.    When I started using a wheelchair, I was almost certainly regarded as still being ‘nice’.  But those days are gone fo...
