One night, while texting in my living room, my toddler son Jack began waving at his baby monitor. When I reviewed the footage, I discovered a chilling voice speaking to my child, turning my world upside down. What I uncovered forced me to confront the dangers lurking in our most trusted technologies—and in my own home.
I lost my right arm to cancer, but I refused to let that define me. After months of struggle and self-doubt, I became the first person to use a revolutionary prosthetic arm, determined to play guitar again. My story is about family tension, shattered dreams, and the courage to reclaim my music, no matter the odds.
When Grandma could no longer live alone in her house, I called Mom to discuss our options. Her response was clear: “Grandma left you her house, now it’s your turn to care for her.”
In an era where technology promises to simplify our lives, some believe that household appliances can replace the need for human relationships. This story explores the journey of a man who thought machines could fulfill all his domestic needs, only to realize the irreplaceable value of human connection and the nuanced contributions of a partner.
