Ron takes Rebekah and Sarah skating
Ron, four-and-a-half years my elder, was my closest brother in every way. In February of 1976, he broke his neck in a motorcycle accident and then spent the remaining 11 years of his life paralyzed. He never accepted his chair as permanent and rigorously employed a mix of therapy and faith to get himself out of it. In so doing, he created his own religion, a strange mix of Mormonism, Rosecrucian and his perception of Eastern and Aztec religions. None of it worked, but it did keep him going.