I still remember how that fight felt. I remember because it may be the only thing that I'm slightly proud of in my whole life. One of the only fights I'd walk right into again if I had the chance. I was perhaps motivated as equally by the frustration of stagnation as the desire to do the right thing. But once I'd decided to act the feeling welled through me.
Righteousness is a powerful force.
I can understand how those evangelical priests forget they're just a man in a robe and start to imagine that they can set a child in a wheelchair free by the sheer power and righteousness of their touch. I'm sure just speaking the word 'righteous' draws on the adrenal glands. I'm mentioning this because even now I feel a desire not to. It doesn't fit with the feelings I had at the time. It was a clumsy and stupid thing.