At Prom, Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance Because I Was in a Wheelchair – 30 Years Later, I Ran Into Him Again and He Needed Help

Six months after an ac:cident left me in a wheelchair, I went to prom expecting pity, distance, and to be left unnoticed against a wall. Then one person crossed the room, changed the entire night, and gave me a memory I carried for 30 years.
I never thought I’d see Marcus again.

When I was 17, a drunk driver ran a …