My arm bones looked like chicken bones.

My therapist would be so happy to know I’m doing all this walking. They’ve done a great job of putting me back together, haven’t they?

There is a direct connection between care that people get here in Wheaton and the decisions made in Washington.

We broke it, we got to fix it.

My quality of life wouldn’t be near what it is now. I wouldn’t be walking.

I spent a lot of time between bars like this.

My experience in Iraq made me realize, and during the recovery, that I could have died. And I just had to do more with my life.