At Prom, Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance Because I Was in a Wheelchair — 30 Years Later, Our Paths Crossed Again, and This Time He Was the One in Need

life had been ordinary in the best way. I worried about grades. I worried about boys. I worried about prom pictures. Afterward, I worried about being looked at.

She stood in my doorway holding the dress bag and said, “You deserve one night.”

“I deserve not to be stared at.”

“Then stare back.”

She helped me into my dress.

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