A Bright-faced Boy. A Majestic Stag.
In the span of a week, two encounters of the heart: one in a doctor’s office, the other in an open space park. A bright-faced boy. A Majestic Stag. The curly head of hair sailed past me on the floor across the tile, his artificial limb extended in front of him like a baseball player sliding into second base. The boy immediately popped up on his one good leg, lifted his below-the-knee prosthesis behind him, … Read more