Chance of Snow

When the first flakes tumble down, I’m as excited as a kid on a sledding hill. “This is great guys!  Isn’t this great?!” It’s early December.  Ian and Dave, trainers from the rehab gym, trudge ahead of me.  With each step, their footprints fill up like little ponds.  They’re heading out to get lunch, and…

First Impressions

Seven weeks after my injury, I met my first amputee. I mean VERY FIRST.   Sure, I was already an amputee myself, but I’d never met another one.  If I had racked my brain, I could have probably come up with a few:  a homeless woman outside the post office, the wounded Lieutenant Dan from Forrest…