My Paralyzed Husband Stood Up and Kissed Her

As I massaged my half-paralyzed husband, Brandon Carter, a flicker of sensation ran through his left foot.

I was ecstatic. I immediately called Dr. Miller for a re-examination.

The result came back: "Still nothing. The chances of your husband ever walking again are practically zero."

I gritted my teeth. "It's okay. I'll take care of him for the rest of my life."

Tears blurring my vision, I headed to work.

Halfway there, I realized I’d forgotten my car keys and had to turn back.

Through the crack in the door, I saw Brandon, who was supposed to be confined to his hospital bed.