The nurses rolled all the stretchers and wheelchairs as close as they could around the small TV. We all went wild when the Beatles sang their number one song, “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” It was a welcome reprieve from our pain and the long recovery we all had to endure.

I’m remembering my mother; a beautiful, delicate unassuming person who brought me through my initial bout with Polio and the resulting rehabilitation and surgeries. Mothers of Polio survivors are unsung heroes.

"I was told as a young child by the physical therapists that I would have to work harder and be better, than those who were not disabled. 'The world doesn’t owe you a living' I was told.”