On a Friday the thirteenth in April 1956, a Portland, Oregon, policeman named Jess Roe slammed his motorcycle into a moving freight car--and paralyzed his legs for life. The next 24 years were marked by recovery, rehabilitation, and quiet rededication to God as a born-again Christian. At first Jess allowed his muscles and his spirit to deteriorate in a wheelchair, as wife, friends, and children waited on him hand and foot. Then his doctor challenged him to seek rehabilitative therapy and a dogged but devoted therapist gave him back his self-sufficiency. From there it's high flying for Jess as the builder (literally, in a hand-controlled bulldozer) and financier of a housing development; member of the local planning commission; municipal judge; and eventually farmer. Through it all, wife Jeanne proves a brick; but it's son Mike who eventually taps the tears. A disillusioned survivor of the Vietnam conflict (he wanted to win), he weathers an unhappy marriage and divorce, then follows in his father's footsteps on the Portland police force--even taking the same badge number, though it proves no luckier for him than for his father. A drunk driver's car lands him in a coma for three months; and when he emerges the brain damage is so severe that, even five years later, he can barely walk unassisted, and his memory lapses from moment to moment. But his parents have come through the storms already, they view handicaps not as burdens ""but as opportunities to share Christ with others."" A nicely felt and honestly shared tale.