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.”

chosen for myself.

A week later, Grandpa finished his first adaptive quilt. I tested the pocket and made him redo the strap because it slipped.

“You’ve gotten difficult.”

“I’ve become quality control.”

Cole brought the sample to two markets and came back with seven orders.

The first round of profits covered two extra sessions.continue reading …