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"War," I said "Terrific Maybe you should be the therapist'" "Believe me," I said "I wish I could," His smile widened and he stepped toward me

With tentative hands, waiting for my cooperation, he

urged me to lift myself from the wheelchair I knew

he aiting to see just what I could do with my

right leg I started and he came around behind me and

put his hands on my hips

"Don't worry," he said "I have you" His face was so close to my hair I could feel

his breath on ht on my

right lea and started up Then he took over and with

ease gently lowered me to the mat He had me lay flat

and then he hovered over me a moment,

"You okay?" he asked

"Yes" I closed my eyes and pressed my lips

together and keptI opened

the to rotate every joint