I was driving up Mountain Rd. and stopped for a traffic light at First St. Waiting there for the bus was a young man with just one foot (and a carefully bandaged stump) who hopped around and hurled a crutch like a javelin over a chain link fence.
A miracle? Maybe just a mystery. I could see he still had two crutches. All I could think was that he had found some better crutches at the bus stop, but that begs more questions about where those might have come from. Maybe a downmarket Lourdes over by the railroad? It’s New Mexico. Stranger things have happened. I don’t understand it. Makes my head hurt.
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