Bob POV
Troy wheeled me down the hall and into the therapy area. I was in shorts and a T-shirt, and my gut was already upset at what was ahead of me. Racing to walk against the boys and Bethany's children was a nice incentive, but I felt they would walk before I would. I have more to do than they do, and I have yet to feel my legs.
The next few months will be hard.
Troy said he would do everything he could to get me to walk before them, which meant I would most likely spend a lot of time there, working on the weight and walking machine. Troy has set up a harness above an orbital machine. Holding the handles makes my arms move, and he secures my feet on the steps, and they move. He would create the moving speed of the machine so that it is kept at an even speed, slow at first. The mach
