I remember June 5, 1983. My brother-in-law, Mark -- youngest of my husband's 13 siblings -- broke his neck and became a quadriplegic. Of course it didn't happen that fast. He was transferred by helicopter to a specialized hospital in Philadelphia while we chewed our fingernails and prayed. Eventually, though, they held a family meeting and told
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