I loved my Dad. He passed away just a week ago (June 2, 2023) at the age of 74, peacefully in his sleep.
My earliest memories of him involve his two arms. When he was just four years old, he broke his left arm, which wound up in a cast. When the doctor removed the cast, his arm had already begun to atrophy from the effects of polio. The doctor cried.
From that moment forward, my Dad learned to adapt to his world with what most of us would call a disability. He worked for Holley Carburetor for thirteen years and then, after trying a few other careers, wound up building decks and remodeling houses.
With one good arm.
I’ve written a bit of a tribute post about that good arm and what it taught me about taking a leap of trust over at the Walk Humble blog.
