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The Last Times

The memories become muddy after a life-altering event

My son asked me if I remember the last time I rode a bike. He had bought a new steering wheel for his car and I was pretending to steer it using 2 hands. I caught myself remembering I haven’t used 2 hands to steer a car in 22 years. My left hand is too unreliable to use for driving a car.




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Victoria Ponte

Victoria Ponte

Storyteller, champion equestrian, tambourine player, young stroke survivor, mother.

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