Jerome "Jerry" McGill was barely a teenager in the 1980's when, walking through his Manhattan Lower East Side neighborhood, he heard a crack. The next thing he knew, he was laying on the pavement unable to move. In a heartbeat, his dreams of being an athlete or a performer were shattered. His life was changed forever.
Using "Marcus" as a nickname for his assailant (who was never caught or changed), McGill speaks as if to a friend, explaining what occurred that fall evening from his own point of view. He expresses his guilt at having manipulated his single mother to allow him to stay out far beyond reasonable hours, his anger at having to spend months in the hospital missing out on his "normal" life, and the frustration of how his paralysis effected his own and his family's future.
With brutal honesty and grace, Dear Marcus shares McGill's road to acceptance, forgiveness and ultimately a future that is made brighter by the hardships he has endured. Well written and touching, this memoir is worth a read.
3/5- Good. Read it, have a good time and move on. Or not.