FDR on Overcoming Adversity - Atticus Review
FDR comes to me in my dream. We’re in a small mail room. The walls are lined with pigeon holes crammed with letters. We sit across from each other in our wheelchairs, our knees almost touching. He has an erection. Between his polio-shriveled legs, it looks huge, straining against the fabric of his trousers. It’sRead More