Ian was laying in his bed watching a football game yesterday, and I plopped myself in his wheelchair and joined him. At one point I got up to go get a snack, and I thought of the deer bologna Bill gave us. I got the bologna and a knife, sat down again in Ian's wheelchair beside him and started slicing off some pieces. After a couple pieces I looked over at Ian. Two and a half years ago I wouldn't have given a second thought to offering to cut him a couple slices, but that's not something I would have thought of doing since the wreck...until now. I was actually a little surprised by the thought, but so many things have changed in the last couple months I knew it was a reasonable thing now. I said, "Hey Ian! You want some this?" Immediately he gave me a thumbs up. So, I cut a thin slice for him, held it in front of him and with his thumb and forefinger he took it from my hand and ate it. Over and over I shared deer bologna with him that way...watching a football game.