When I was 19 years old, my father began to die. I received a phone call from Mom, who told me that doctors had found a "spot" on Dad's lung and were going to remove it. "It," I later learned, was Dad's left lung. What a kick in the chops to a man who had been happily sober less than two presidential terms and was enjoying another shot at life.
Applicants should try to visit campuses and prepare, as students, to advocate for their needs. There are about 1.1 million physically disabled unde...