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| Grace Carpenter My Happy Stroke |
The last time the Winter Olympics happened, I watched them from my bed at Spaulding Rehab.
Someone from my family would come almost every evening -- usually mother. She would help me eat, and keep me company. When it was time to watch the Olympics, she would turn on the TV and put it on the right channel. Changing the channel was still mystifying for me.
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