A Boy Walked Up To My Wheelchair In A Crowded Café And Said He Could Make Me Walk Again — I Laughed, Until My Toes Moved After Twenty Silent Years
For twenty years, I had learned how to live without my legs. Not physically, of course. They were still there. But after enough years of silence, enough mornings waking up in the same wheelchair, enough doctors shaking their heads with carefully rehearsed sympathy, you stop thinking of certain parts of your body as yours. You…