The red evening gown was strapless, short and satin. Elizabeth Taylor Lentz pulled it on, over her legs, over her waist. Her mother, Pat Taylor, helped her zip up the back. Elizabeth's white-blond hair was pinned up, her lips painted red.
The air smelled vaguely of plastic and anti-bacterial cleaners when Elizabeth Taylor Lentz blinked her eyes open into a dark room. She turned her head to the left and saw her mother, Pat Taylor, sleeping in a chair. She moved her eyes and found her husband, David Lentz, sleeping on a bench.
Several weeks had passed since Elizabeth Taylor Lentz's motorcycle accident, but so far, she had made little progress in recovering.
After Elizabeth Taylor Lentz's motorcycle accident, her doctors told her she would not likely walk again. Riding a horse — Elizabeth's lifelong passion — was all but out of the question.
Once Elizabeth Taylor Lentz gets her mind set that something can happen, she's hard to stop. She'd wiggled her toes, even though her doctors told her she might never walk again.
Elizabeth's Journey: Wheelchair obstacles, thoughtless people create frustrations
Elizabeth Taylor Lentz sat in her hot-pink wheelchair, holding a black riding helmet in her hands. She wore tan riding pants tucked into shiny black riding boots. The air smelled of hay, dirt and manure. To Elizabeth, who had not been on a horse in more than three years, it smelled a little bit like heaven.
Elizabeth Taylor Lentz was surrounded by women in wheelchairs.
On a recent weeknight, Elizabeth Taylor Lentz sat in the kitchen of the small home she shares with her daughter, 10-year-old Ivy, and flipped through Ivy's science homework.
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