s humor and verve for life, turns his disability into merely a challenge. He never seeks sympathy for himself, but instead sees himself as simply a man who is doing his job and living his life to the utmost. He shows himself above all to be a humanistic journalist who happens to do his work in a wheelchair. His thoughts on himself and world events lead the reader to question his or her own tendency to use excuses to explain his or her failures and shortcomings:
In my wheelchair I have piled onto trucks and jeeps, hauled myself up and down steps and steep hillsides to use good and bad telephones, to observe riots, a volcano, streetfighting in Romania, to interview Yasir Arafat, to spend the night in walk-up apartments on every floor from, one to five, to wait out curfews with civilian families, to explore New York's subway. . . to observe the she
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