A Christmas Miracle
Taylor
One
of the first things that attracted me to my husband over 10 years ago was his
virility. If he wasn't running a
marathon, he was competing in a bike race or maybe climbing a mountain. Joel
was always moving, running, exercising. He had this perfect, toned body without
even having to specifically work out at a gym. He had the sexiest body of any
man I have ever met. That's part of why
I fell in love with him.
Looking
at Joel now, sitting next to me, his body strapped into a power wheelchair, his
fingers curled and positioned in splints, his legs immobile, the word
"virility" is the last thing that comes to mind. Another word
much more quickly comes to mind, a word we've tried to avoid saying for the
last year and a half since that damn truck hit Joel's bicycle:
Crippled.
