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I bought my first condo in 1980 when interest rates were sky high. But that didn’t matter. I was ready to be in my own dwelling.

It was still under construction, so I had an opportunity to modify it for a guy with crutches.

As a one-floor duplex, it had just two steps to the front entrance. To avoid using the front entrance altogether, I had the builders create a doorway from the garage to the master bedroom.

That gave me the flexibility to back my car into the garage and step directly into my bedroom. I always kept my walker next to the bedroom door, so I could enter my condo without my crutches and keep them in the back seat of my car when I needed them while not at home.

Strange, I know, but it worked.

* When did you feel a happiness that was independent of what others close to you thought or did?

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