The Only Boy Who Danced With Me When Everyone Else Looked Away—30 Years Later, Fate Brought Him Back

Marcus took my hands and began moving with me rather than around me.

He spun my wheelchair slowly.

Then a little faster.

Soon I found myself laughing harder than I had since before the accident.

For the first time in months, I wasn’t the girl in the wheelchair.

I was simply a girl dancing.

When the song ended, Marcus rolled me back to my table.

I looked at continue reading …