My Right Foot

I was going through a box of old cards, letters and memorabilia my Mom had given me last year. I had not gotten around to looking through it until last weekend. I found this old clipping from the hometown newspaper. The man on the right, Dr. Iger, was my orthopedic surgeon. He was a hero in my life.
I was born with club feet and had a number of surgeries. My Mom was told I would probably never walk. Because of Dr. Iger, I do walk.
However, as a result of the operations, I have some rather unsightly scars. I rarely let anyone see my bare feet. I have made Briana promise me that, if I am incapacitated in any way, she will make sure I have a pair of socks on at all times.

Briana has made it a sort of mission to get me to take off my shoes and socks. She had Ryan take the above portrait of their feet in an effort to try to make me more comfortable showing mine.

So, in honor of Dr. Iger (and my friend, Briana), a picture of my right foot.

And, a picture of Godfrey's four paws.






Now, excuse me while I go put on a pair of slippers.

My feet are cold.