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his cart, I’d slow down, let a gap open between us.
At Prom, Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance Because I Was in a Wheelchair – 30 Years Later, I Met Him Again and He Needed Help
My dad never snapped back.
Kids shoved past him. Knocked over his yellow “Caution: Wet Floor” signs. Called, “Hey Cal, you missed a spot!”
At home he’d ask, “You doing okay, kiddo?”
