Both my wife, Sharon, and I took the “in sickness and in health” wedding vow seriously and have been able to keep it very well, even though I’m in a wheelchair and she’s had some back problems.
But when we both got a rough case of the flu at the same time and neither of us could help the other, all bets were off.
During cool spring and fall weather, friends and neighbors gather around Tom’s fire pit down by his lake dock almost every Friday night. Some arrive by car, some by boat and some, meaning me, by wheelchair.
Brice Carroll lives in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
It was 5 o’clock on a weekday afternoon. I was sitting on the corner of Montrose, a five-lane thoroughfare through downtown Houston, and Sul Ross, a little cross street between West Alabama and Richmond. The class I was taking at the University of St. Thomas had ended for the day, and I was waiting for my faithfully late METRO bus.
Brice Carroll, a retired accountant, lives in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
Why does everyone keep saying I’m not in my right mind?
The plan was for my wife and me to take the narrow, two-lane blacktop road that deadends onto Utah’s Bonneville Salt Flats. Then leave the end of the blacktop road just before dark, drive a few miles off across the salt flats until night fell, then turn around and head back home.
What doesn’t kill you makes you laugh really hard
Early on, the Brothers Burcaw discovered the myriad sporting opportunities Shane’s power chair offered.