Haunted by memories of a boy accidentally run over by his foster mother and left in a wheelchair,I left the job I loved[br]When I left the children’s hospital at the end of a shift I used to bid myself that none of the patients or their families existed external of the building. It would be as though I’d walked out of a cinema, and Id leave behind all their tragic stories; but there was one patient who refused to cooperate.
Paul was four-years-old, and the same age as my youngest son at the time,which made it that much harder. He had been found with his two siblings in a house with no food and no electricity because his mother spent all her money on drugs. They were taken and placed with a foster family. One day as the family were coming domestic from an outing, Paul asked his foster mother whether he could open the gate. She said no, and that she wanted one of the older children to do it,but he slipped out of the car besides, and she accidentally ran over him. His spinal cord was crushed and he ended up in a wheelchair.
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Source: theguardian.com