Chapter 3In the crash I broke my foot, my arm, and two bones in my hand. All on the right side of my body, which was weird because the impact was mostly on the driver’s side of the car.
Dad and I were driving up Lake Shore Drive in January. It was one of those unusually warm winters, and there was little snow in Chicago but lots of rain. We were on our way to Evanston to a Baptist church. The Tribune had done a feature about the rate of kidney failure in adults. It was a long series of articles, and the reporter selected four people to follow for two months. One of the subjects was a man named Jimmy who owned a limo company. After the article came out, one of his former employees and a fellow church member decided to donate one of her kidneys to him. She wanted to make the announcement in
