|Using an inner tube and foam from his mattress, our|
patient rigged up a 'shoe' to cushion his steps.
I didn't think much more about him, until a couple hours later he and his father showed up at our gym. He didn't want the Darco any more . . . the wound where they had removed his left big toe, was all healed and the wedge of the sole made his limp worse.
Walking, for this young man, isn't just a form of transportation . . . it is his source of income and identity. He's a shepherd, and his life is spent roaming the wide open spaces of Niger, leading his sheep and goats out to pasture.
As we asked him some questions in order to best gauge our intervention approach, he began to sling a little rubber disk around the ring finger of his right hand.
'What's that?' I asked.
'Where'd you get it?'
'I made it myself.'