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February 25, 2006



When I was finally off of them after a terrible accident in '88, and had one of those cast shoe thingies, I went to a nearby mall (it was too cold to be walking around outside then). I felt the wind of freedom blowing through my hair, to quote a song from "Waiting for Guffman," which I watched last night. Seriously, though. I've rarely felt so peaceful, before or after. And I was at the frickin' mall. You would've thought I was at one of the best Hawaiian beaches (Kailua, say).

Now for the good part: Six months later, I was back on crutches again, given that the leg didn't heal up right and I had to have more surgery.

So . . . Keep hope alive. (Like the blog, by the way.)

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