This happened 3 months ago and I finally got around to that draft post.
I usually have a bite to eat at Wendys prior to heading to the Wines of
Italy class on Monday nights. This time the clerk started talking about
his hand flopping around and the therapist helping him get it back. I
had never been identified by anyone else as a stroke survivor. Probably
because my arm and hand have the classic bent spasticity look. He
offered to bring the tray of food out to me. He was maybe 25 and had no
visible signs anymore.
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