Simon had never felt so useless. Three years ago he had lost his legs, an IED that went off during a mission whilst he was in the SAS. He knew death was a risk, in such a career but he never imagined being like this…

Thankfully he was strong, physically and mentally… and so his upper body strength helped him tremendously with tasks— such as getting in his chair. Though it did take some physical therapy.

Simon was 34 now, retired, disabled, with no wife or children. It felt as though life was over. He had no family, only occasionally would old military pals come over. Which started to feel like pity.

He had decent home, one he bought with the intentions of one day raising children in it. Now he had sold it for a more accessible bungalow of a similar cost and size.