Chapter 15 - WALKING INTO A NEW LIFE
On a bright spring morning one year after the backyard incident, I stood on the steps of the courthouse, now my place of work as a consultant for disability rights litigation. The sunlight was warm, the air was crisp, and my legs felt strong beneath me—not perfect, but entirely capable.
I walked down the steps, my gait steady and purposeful, toward the car I now drove without the
need for a ramp. I was not the man who was pushed to the ground; I was the man who had stood back up, not to prove anything to Tyler or Aunt Linda, but to claim the future I had fought so hard to reach. I walked into the city, toward a life that was finally, unequivocally, mine.
