I Think That It Is

We Were Never A Family That Had A Lot. We Had Enough, But Not A Lot.

By What You Do, You Teach Your Children How To Respond To Difficult Information.

If I Had Lost A Leg, I Would Tell Them, Instead Of A Boy, No One Would Ever Ask Me If I Was 'over It'. They Would Ask Me How I Was Doing Learning To Walk Without My Leg. I Was Learning To Walk And To Breathe And To Live Without Wade. And What I Was Learning Is That It Was Never Going To Be The Life I Had Before.

You Wouldn't Know I Was Sick Unless You Knew I Was Sick.

There Is Nothing About Resilience That I Can Say That My Father Did Not First Utter Silently In Eighteen Years Of Living Inside A Two-dimensional Cutout Of Himself.