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| Before school starts, the older kids run once round the field, as I walk past, having stopped by the kindergarten to drop off my son. Unperturbed, long-limbed, they look like perfection, whose struggle reminds me of my other son, Grown now, he trails even my younger son Here, at least, the race is to the swift. |
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obody knew what hurt little Joseph, and no one was offering a way to help him. He cried most of the time, and thrashed about as if in pain. He wasn't learning how to crawl, talk, or interact normally. Doctors told his parents to seek counseling, because nothing could help their son, and the quality of their own lives was at risk. Refusal to accept that advice changed their lives forever. WHAT ABOUT THE BOY? A Father's Pledge to His Disabled Son chronicles a family's rejection of hopelessness and their commitment to the pursuit of normalcy.