Zay.
I stopped hating my autistic nephew when I heard him ask his quadriplegic dad to play with him.
I stopped hating my autistic nephew when I heard him ask his quadriplegic dad to play with him.
When the boy I almost killed myself over in high school announced his breakup over Facebook, I realized I was living the life I had always dreamed about.
I swung the axe convinced I could show my dad a thing or two about cutting wood, but the lesson I learned that day was taught by my toe.