That night I built the first reacher.
I built it because the one the clinic sold cost sixty dollars and broke in a month, and because I had a broom handle and a coat hanger and a daughter who couldn’t reach the cereal, and because a man who has just been told “never” for the last time needs to make something that works.
It worked.
I built a second one for the woman down the street with the bad hip.
Then six more for the clinic, who asked if they could sell them.
Ray took a picture, put it online, and said, “You know what, D, I think we have a company.”
We had a company.
Ten years have passed since then.
I never walked again.
But I learned how to live with it.
Amelia and Greta are incredible girls.
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