And about eight times a year I get in that car and I cannot start it for four or five minutes.

Dr.

Adisa asked me once what those eight times have in common and I could not answer her for about a month and then I could.

It is the weeks when he has done something well.

When Auggie comes out of that house with a new thing he can do, or a joke, or a haircut that suits him.

It is not the failures that take my legs out.

It is watching a good father hand me a happy child, and knowing that the same man stood in a room four hundred yards from my bed and decided I was not going to be in it.