What Good Are You To Anyone
It really started with a look. She was a just a young girl that I hardly knew. But it all began with that one look from her. Ten years ago I was 33, the registrar at a small midwestern college. In most ways I was your average guy. Almost six feet tall, fairly good-looking, intelligent and well read. But I weighted 295 pounds, and we’re not talking about muscle here. I’d always been a bit heavy, and since my wife Rebecca had left me three years earlier, had gained well over a hundred pounds....