One particularly sweltering Thursday afternoon, Dominic wheeled himself into the secluded courtyard of his penthouse garden. A large oak tree stretched its limbs above him, casting a sprawling shade over the manicured grass. Beneath it, hidden from the eyes of the world, he allowed himself a moment of weakness.

Tears rolled down his face, unheeded, unchecked. He screamed into the blue sky, cursing his fate, his own body, and the universe itself. His fists pounded against his useless legs, hitting nothing but bone and grief.

“Take everything!” he shouted at the indifferent clouds. “Take my buildings, my cars, my money! Just let me walk again!”