My Doctor wasn’t the only one who bugged me every day about moving my toes. One day a slight man, with blond hair and blue eyes came bursting through my hospital door. He had the most contagious smile I had ever seen on a person-his name was Henry Swenson. Henry was the hospital physical therapist and he was now overseeing my physical therapy efforts. Since there was no movement in my legs Henry would take me down to the whirlpool and ask me if I could move my toes. Even though I was sick of the question it was impossible to grow short with Henry. The twinkle in his eyes and that perennial smile actually gave me renewed hope-Henry Swenson was a great mentor for me to meet at the age of six!
Henry knew I was scared to death and prone to ask”why me” but he never gave up on me. He always encouraged me and it was impossible for me to have a good pity party whenever Henry showed up. I can only hope for all you parents reading this that your child has the good fortune to meet a wonderful and inspirational person like Henry Swenson. God bless you Henry.
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