Learning to Laugh Again
The necessity of humor in tough times
The first time I fell was on September 10, 2011. I was walking to the CVS near my apartment in Boston when, in an instant, my right knee gave out and I crumpled to the pavement.
By the time my mind grasped what had happened, I was already on the ground. Immediately, I felt a stinging pain on my right kneecap. I lifted m…
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