This former trash man picked himself up to help others
When I fractured my leg the middle of July by slipping in the shower, I ended up sedated and at Highline Medical Center in Burien under the care of a hip repair surgeon.
I didn't know what arrangement for my recovery Elsbeth made, but woke up at Judson Park rehab in Des Moines laying in a hospital bed gazing out of a window.
About 6 a.m. the next morning a nurse was hovering over a tray with breakfast.
I tried to eat a little, but was not hungry so I settled for some apple juice before laying back to catch some zees.
That repose did not last. Into the room swooped a guy in a wheelchair who said he was there to help me get dressed for therapy. "I am Mark Harrison. Can you sit up?"
My eyes cleared. I noticed he had bulging biceps, but no legs. As I struggled to rise he suddenly grabbed some handle on his chair and in one movement flung himself out of his wheelchair and plopped on the floor.
He was pleasant, but taciturn and helped me get to a sink, helped me put on my shirt, pants and slipper sox on my near lifeless left leg.
He showed me how to prepare my own wheel chair for easier use.