At Prom, Only One Boy Danced With Me in My Wheelchair—30 Years Later, He Needed My Help
Six months after a drunk driver left me in a wheelchair, I went to prom expecting to spend the night alone. While everyone else danced, only one person crossed the room. Marcus, the popular quarterback. “I can’t dance,” I told him. “Then we’ll figure out what dancing looks like,” he smiled. He rolled me onto…