When he was nearly thirteen my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When is healed, and Jem's fear of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury. His left arm was somewhat shorter than his right when he stood or walked, the back of his hand was at the right angles to his body his thumb parallel to his thigh he couldn't have cared less, so long as he could pass and punt.

by Nelle Harper Lee