This is not a story about a family vacation or about the car ride to get there. No, it’s more about one event that stayed with me weeks later. A small part of the trip led to my second season of being stuck at home. Let me give you the background of the story, the...
February 20, 1993 When I woke up, I felt happy. I could go home today! I packed my things so I would be ready. (Well, my Mom and Dad helped me pack my stuff.) In the afternoon, a nurse helped me into a wheelchair. They pushed me downstairs to...
When I was only eight, I wanted to delay the inevitable. But the doctor said no. I visited the orthopedist often as a child. I slept with removable casts on my arms and legs every night. I wore them for years as a form of physical therapy. We wanted to improve...