The Son He Stopped Looking For
And so it proved.
And a remarkable thing began to happen.
As I quietly limited the interference to only what I could not prevent, and gave his body room to fight, Raymond began, little by little, to come back.
First he regained the ability to rotate his wrist, turning it slowly against the sheet.
Then, days later, he could lift his whole forearm a few inches off the mattress and hold it there, trembling.
Then he could raise his own head and hold it up, unassisted, for several seconds at a time.