"Song of Myself"
Verse 51 by Donnie Goodin
The first time I saw Donnie, I was leaving Bottega Café in Birmingham, and he was literally in my peripheral vision—a shape, a blur that I brought into focus: someone in a wheelchair. And then I walked on.
I can’t remember where or when Donnie and I had our first proper conversation. But, as Becky Adams, Donnie’s friend and speech and language pathologist says, “Anyone who gets to know Donnie becomes his friend.”