Years and years and years ago, when I lived in Pittsburgh, I had an older buddy named Scott.

Yeah, this is sounding like a story that I'd tell my grandkids. Bear with me.

Somewhen in the past couple of years, and I don't know exactly when because life and Time tend to change things, Scott joined the Army, and at some point got shipped to Iraq. Something happened out there (I don't know exactly what - this isn't much of a story, is it?), but it left him paralyzed from the waist down and discharged from the military.

Scott now lives …