It took two years of grueling work in rehab to learn how to walk again, a year in speech therapy to learn how to speak like a normal human being. They performed six reconstructive surgeries before I stopped looking like Frankenstein’s bride. But that wasn’t nearly the most painful part:
“Happy Birthday, son; I thought we’d come out to your favorite place on the pier. I brought you balloons.”
Lucky? Precited is more like it.