My stay in isolation did not not last too long. They discovered that people were coming and going from my room and not coming down with any terrible diseases! It was fabulous to be moved out of isolation and into a regular room where I could sometimes talk with other boys. There were no TVs or ipods so I kept myself occupied reading, talking with others and fantasizing about walking again.

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On that fateful Monday I remember walking back to the drinking fountain in the back of my first grade  classroom to get a drink. Going back to my desk I had to hang on to desks and pull myself back to mine. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the police officer standing in the doorway watching me. The police office was my father Continue reading »

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