Metanoia: the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life.
"You don't see it do you? You're becoming the thing you feared the most. The thing that's tormented you and your friends since the third grade." I said to him, meaning every...
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"Let's go speed racer. I'm gonna work those gimpy legs like a... rented mule." My dad said as we walked into Miguel's apartment. He was lying on a table with a physical therapist working his legs.
"Sorry. I thought you said 10:00 that you'd be alone." My dad said.
"Im sorry, my mom gets free physical therapy from work. And this was the only time Brayden was available." Miguel explained.
"I'll be done soon if you two wanna wait." Miguel said to us.
"Now if you're feeling any pain, hermano, let me know." The pt said.
"Still no feeling whatsoever." Miguel replied sadly. I looked away from him. It was hard to watch if I was being honest. I always imagine myself in his place.
"You're doing great." The pt said.
"At what? Lifting his legs?" My dad asked him.
"Johnny, Brayden is a specialist in this field. He knows what he's doing." Carmen said. I bit my lip, watching the pt move his leg around.
"Inhale joy and love." The pt said to Miguel. I snorted and hid my smile behind my hand.
"You gotta be shitting me." My dad said.
"Johnny...can I talk to you for a minute?" Carmen asked my dad. They stepped outside, out of earshot.
I sighed and continued to watch the pt work Miguel's legs.
"So, you have like absolutely no feeling? Like nothing at all?" I asked him.
"Yep. Absolutely nothing." Miguel replied.
"Damn... I can't... I can't even imagine what that feels like." I said and ran my fingers through my hair.
The pt was finally done and he left. Now it was our turn to help him. As we headed back to his apartment a magazine with a half naked girl came down in front of Miguel. I looked up at my dad and it was connected to a fishing pole. When the hell did he get a fishing pole?
"What's this?" Miguel asked him.
"This is a collection of the tastiest babes of 1988. You're not gonna get to see them unless you grab it." My dad said.
"Okay." Miguel said and reached up for it but my dad yanked it up.
"Gonna have to try harder than that." Dad said.
"You know I can find these pictures on my phone?" Miguel asked him.
"It's not the same. Chicks are hotter on the page. But you won't know unless you get off your butt. Or you can just keep getting foot rubs from that pansy-ass therapist." My dad said.
