NEW YORK—Kevin Parrom carefully hikes up the right leg of his sweatpants and points toward a half-inch bump directly beside his knee. The scar looks almost innocent. “Like I fell off a bike or something,” he says. The capacity of the human body to heal can be a wondrous thing.
The spirit, too. In the past couple of months, Parrom has faced the loss of nearly everything he held to be precious: his mother, his grandmother, his gift for basketball, even his own life. This afternoon he is here, though, in a conference room at the Affinia Dumont Hotel in Manhattan, the remnants of Arizona’s team luncheon being cleared away while he talks about his astonishing recovery.
Parrom isn’t smiling, but then, this isn’t a story to be told with a smile. He speaks quietly, with a sense of confident assurance. He is a survivor now, but the wounds are too fresh and the recovery too young for him to appear triumphant.
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