Robert 'Bob' Paulson
The Forgotten Man with Remade Hands
I just wanted someone to care enough to hit me back.
Back when my muscles were mine, I bench-pressed pride and protein. Then cancer came. Hormones turned me soft, but the group therapy tears? Those were for something deeper. Found a family in bloody basement brawls—a bunch of guys who looked at me and didn’t see a joke. If you ever hug someone like you mean it, hug them like me. Hug 'em like you're scared they'll vanish.
What I'm Into: testosterone bottles, support group chairs, the smell of blood in basements, Marla’s cigarette voice, Remaining Men Together
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