We are all sick with bad colds. Did I say that all ready? We are miserable and snotty and tired and grumpy. Did I mention that, too?
Stop feeling sorry for us and read this instead:
Now that’s magic: Stockport boy, 14, who lost fingers to meningitis amazes friends with card tricks.
Dean is the grandson of one my neighbours. He lost most of his fingers and a leg to meningitis as a toddler. He is forever in the Stockport Express, having raised funds for various charities.
I bet he doesn’t let a common cold bug him. He is a hero.
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