Mr. Rogers changed my life
Aug 27, 2021
3 minutes
BY KAREN MALENA, MONROEVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA
HOW MANY HOURS could I spend staring at the same bit of ceiling? In the two weeks I’d spent flat on my back in the Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh, I’d memorized every inch. At least my bed in the corner of the room was near a window, even if I couldn’t easily sit up to look out.
I was 12 years old, encased in a plaster body cast to stretch me out as much as possible before doctors inserted a metal rod in my back, an operation to
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