Years ago, a child asked me what I wished.

Back then I never put much thought into wishes – at least not wishes I’d tell a child – so I said I didn’t know.

The child wondered out loud why I wouldn’t wish my legs worked right.

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I planned to discuss Mount Rushmore in this column.

Instead, I wrote about stairs, persistence and two people I met in an old graveyard.

I realize those sentences don’t make sense so here’s a little backstory. (more…)