My 76-year-old grandpa spent years sewing quilts and selling them at a flea market so I could walk again — then one day, a gruff biker showed up and said, “I’ve been looking for you for 20 years.”

help.”

I showed Cole the sketches I’d drawn for shorter lap quilts with easy-reach pockets.

“These wouldn’t get caught in wheelchair wheels,” I said. “The straps would keep them from sliding, too.”

He studied the page. “You designed these?”

“During study hall.”

Grandpa leaned in. “I could sew a sample.”

“One,” I said. “Not twenty before breakfast.”

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