And I talked about my mother, who died when I was born. About the accident that paralyzed me, about the feeling of being trapped in a body that didn’t work and in a society that didn’t want me. We were two outcasts who found comfort in each other’s company.
In May, something changed. I had watched Josiah work at the forge, heating the iron until it was red hot, then shaping it with precise strokes.
“Do you think I could try?” I asked suddenly.
He looked up in surprise. “Try what?”
“The work of forging. Hammering something.”
“Eleanor, it’s hot and it’s dangerous and—”
“—and I’ve never done anything physically demanding in my life because everyone thinks I’m too fragile, but maybe with your help I could.”
He looked at me for a long time, then nodded. “Good, now I’ll fix it safely.”
He placed my wheelchair next to the anvil, heated a small piece of iron until it was workable, placed it on the anvil, and then gave me a lighter hammer.
“Hit right there. Don’t worry about the force. Just feel the metal move.”
I struck a blow. The hammer hit the iron with a soft thud. It barely left a mark.
“Again. Put your back to it.”
I hit harder. Better hit. The iron bent slightly.
“Good. Again.”
I hammered repeatedly. My arms burned. My shoulders ached. Sweat poured down my face. But I was doing physical labor, shaping the metal with my own hands. When the iron cooled, Josiah lifted the slightly bent piece.
“Your first project. It’s not much, but you did it.” He put down the iron. “You’re stronger than you think. You’ve always been strong. You just needed the right business.”
From that day on, I spent hours at the forge. Josiah taught me the basics: how to heat metal, how to hammer it, how to shape it. I wasn’t strong enough for heavy work, but I could make small objects: hooks, simple tools, decorative pieces.
For the first time in 14 years, since the accident, I felt physically capable of doing something. My legs didn’t work, but my arms and hands did. And in the forge, that was enough.
But something else was happening, too. Something I couldn’t control.
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