
"I was running for the Long Island Railroad when I was eighteen years old, and tripped and fell between the tracks just as the train was starting to move. Everything below the knee got shattered and had to be amputated. The funny thing is— I’d been spending all my time worrying about being drafted to Vietnam. I learned at an early age that the bad things that happen to you are rarely the ones that you’re worrying about."
Published on January 22, 2014 11:50