I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

to tell her that “Sarah’s dad” probably didn’t have to choose between buying insulin for his pre-diabetic condition and buying groceries last week. I’d chosen groceries. I wanted to tell her that I was the best mechanic in the county, that my hands—these filthy, embarrassing hands—fixed the ambulances that saved lives, that they repaired the fire trucks continue reading …