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A vaccination story
Years ago I lived a long walk from a bookstore and coffee shop, on one of those walks there’s an Indian dude about my Dad’s age, sitting on the curb next to his bike. One leg’s twisted and at an odd angle, so I assume he’s had a crappy fall and rush over to offer help. He reassures me that he’s just resting during his ride, the leg looks banged up thanks to polio as a kid. You know, that thing vaccinations helped eradicate, such that he was the first survivor I’d ever met.
