Dwane needed an arm to keep him steady so I met him at the Sand Bar where he'd been visiting Romana and the gang. I encourage him to do that and so he does it readily.
He needed to use the facilities and up he stood, walking toward the restrooms, using nothing to aid him. No cane, no walker, no wheelchair.
A miracle! It took a moment for it to sink in that Dwane was on the mend, if not already. Everyone at the Sand Bar is proud of his progress. I am, especially.