At this time in my life, my mobility is a gift.
It’s hard for me to realize or remember this as I speed through my day-to-day. When I was twenty or so, I suffered a nasty snowboarding accident, one that I was very lucky to be able to walk away from. A couple millimeters to left or right and I could be writing to you from a wheelchair right now. But that didn’t happen; I’m able to run alongside Sofia at the playground and carry James through the wild world of animals at the Roger Williams Zoo.