and fed them breakfast — lots of strong, caffeinated coffee and bran muffins.
They were then loaded onto a vehicle for their “field day” as a disabled individual.
Of course, they all knew they only had to bear this ruse for a crummy day. Still, a third of them quit after merely riding up on the wheelchair lift. So much for their potential.
Otherwise, after spinning their unsecured wheelchairs a few laps around the parking lot (we spaced the chairs too close together to tip over), we then secured the chairs properly, and the passengers properly into them, and began the “Journey of Hell.”
We dropped them off at a shopping mall and set them loose for three hours to wheel themselves around, each with some “pocket change.”
Unbeknownst to them, we had hired a few “thugs” to not only hassle them, kick their chairs, and degrade and humiliate them, but to actually shake them down and steal their spending money and other personal articles. (Of course, we tipped off the mall’s security forces to this scam.)
Around 10 a.m., the bran muffins began to kick in. So by 11:30, when we picked them up, most of our trainees were pretty sticky, pretty angry and pretty smelly.
But they were beginning to understand being disabled — even while they knew they would return to normal life in a few more hours.
You call that a break?
Around noon, we took the drivers to a nutrition program for lunch. They were finally allowed out of their chairs for a belated bathroom break. But no change of underwear.
Back into the chairs, good arm taped to the armrest, they were then treated to what we had arranged to be the worst lunch of their lives.
After lunch, we drove them around for a long time, mostly over bumpy roads and in stop-and-go freeway traffic, jerking and jolting them to nausea to the degree we could.
Then we let them off at a supermarket (a few had some money left from their morning robbery), and 90 minutes later, we returned to pick them up and deliver them to the storage yard — where they were met by a handful of genuine wheelchair users (who expressed their appreciation) and a camera crew.
A lot of tears were exchanged, and the driver trainees then learned that the entire episode had been filmed by a local TV network crew.
It was shown on television that evening, everyone felt great and I thought we had performed a miracle. We felt like we had a work force that really understood.
From pity to respect
As good as all this sounds, I slowly began to learn that, to a degree, our efforts defeated the purpose of our training and provided a corporate culture counter to our needs and our goals.
Our fundamental mistake was that we made our drivers feel sorry for the passengers.
This realization began to sink in as we began to transport more and more severely disabled individuals — individuals frozen into bodies that barely worked, many with speech capabilities resembling grunts that their case workers barely understood.
These folks were trapped into prison sentences that few of our drivers could or would have endured had they been given any chance to do otherwise.
Yet with all the suffering these individuals endured, they laughed, they told stories, they cracked jokes, they sang along with the tunes on the vehicles’ radios and they were intensely interested in not only one another’s lives, but also in what our drivers had to say and the lives they led.
And the passengers loved the programs they attended. They loved the ride. And they loved our drivers. They looked forward to almost everything.
As these experiences slowly sank in with our drivers, one by one, a miraculous transformation began to occur: The feelings of pity they had felt for the passengers began to erode and were replaced by feelings of genuine respect.
We were dealing with passengers who, despite severe impairments that might leave others in despair, chose to embrace life and never waste a moment of it.
The essence of these passengers was not pity or helplessness — it was courage.
As our drivers began to recognize this, our corporate culture morphed into a strange mix of dedication and self-enforcement, where doing anything less than perfectly was unthinkable.
Our drivers didn’t pity these passengers at all. They were, simply put, in awe of them.
Dedicated service
When this sensibility began to pervade the work force, our management efforts became a cakewalk. The peer pressure was so forceful that our management rarely encountered a passenger-related mistake serious enough to address.
Not everything was perfect, of course. We still reviewed logs daily, and the typical operating adjustments were made to match the actual running times with those on the schedules, allowing for loading and other variables.
And we caught our drivers doing plenty of dumb things apart from the passengers.
But errors and omissions that are commonplace today — failing to secure a wheelchair, speeding, rudeness, sexual harassment, molestation — were unheard of and, frankly, unthinkable in our operation, so much so that while we had a litany of policies for which we would fire drivers on the spot, we rarely had to do so. In 10 years of operations, I don’t recall hearing of a single wheelchair tipping over. And with tens of millions of miles of travel, we experienced only one serious accident injuring a passenger.
I think that developing this type of work force is a lot easier in a special-education environment than in a general-education one.
The ultimate reality is that drivers must learn to recognize the depths to which their passengers’ lives are unlike their own.
Ned Einstein is a consultant and forensics expert in various transportation fields, including school bus, transit, paratransit and motorcoach. He can be reached ateinstein@transalt.com.
