The George Wallace assassination attempt as told by his daughter (Part 2)

The following afternoon, I stood by my daddy’s bedside when he was told he would never walk again. No more climbing fences. No more standing up. No more rushing out the door. No new soles on his shoes. One pair for the rest of his life would be all he needed. Our journey ahead, he could no longer walk along. Had to be saved by someone other than himself.