When I was in college I became ill with some random thing that made my legs stop working. At best I could take a baby step with my left foot and drag my right foot along. Would pop up for a week, disappear for a few 2-3 months, and reappear. At various times while trying to literally drag myself to and from class, random people would stop me and say "What's wrong with you?" I guess they at least had the decency (nerve?) to ask, rather than the people that just used to stare.![]()




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