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D-Day and the Cancer Survivor

I have been afflicted with a chronic disorder for decades and get around with the aid of a walker.

I went shopping at the local mall this one day, parked in the Handicapped Spot, placed my walker outside of my car to get out and realized that I was stuck. I made numerous attempts to stand but became increasingly frustrated by my inability to do so.

As I’m sitting “half in/half out” of my car while making countless futile attempts to get out, a man parks next to me. Seeing the look of sheer exasperation on my face, he comes over and asks, “Do you want help?” Of course, my answer is, “yes please.”

He helps me out of the car, I thank him profusely and we start we start walking together toward the shopping area. As we are proceeding, the gentleman says, “I know what it is like to get around with a walker. I had part of my leg amputated below the knee because of cancer. I get around pretty well with a prosthesis.”

I looked at him and said, “I don’t know how you do it.”

He gave me a smile and replied, “I must tell you, after Normandy, cancer is easy.”

I stopped in amazement and asked, “You were at the landing on D-Day?”

“I was on Utah Beach.”

“How did you survive?”

“I don’t know. I guess it wasn’t my time. Despite the paralyzing fear, the shooting, screams from the wounded and the dying, you just keep on going. That’s how I survived…I just kept on going.”

We then parted ways.

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