Thanks to my friend Paul for sending along this story:
“Cooper,” he cooed, squeezing his unresponsive sibling’s frail shoulder before curling up next to him in bed – a tall, broad-chested athlete beside a small, crooked boy.
It’s hard to imagine the 6-3, 200-pound Fasching could have had a much different life – one perhaps identical to Cooper, 13, and his sister, Mallory, 11 – who both have a rare cell disorder that has left them unable to walk, talk or feed themselves.
“I got really lucky,” he said. “Sometimes I kind of feel a little bit guilty, like I took all the good genes, and left them with all the bad ones.”