I had coffee the other day, with a vegetable. That’s what the director of a local rehabilitation center called him when he applied to her facility for treatment. Few people that I’ve met have affected so many others. During our first encounter, newspaper reporters, photographers, and a camera crew gathered in his home along with 20 or so friends and acquaintances. He worked the room with charm and poise, shaking hands and greeting every single person. The man of whom I speak is David McRae, a 38-year-old from Yakima, Washington, who lives with severe brain damage.  Full article can be found on the letters page under Guidepost Magazine. Original article by Tonja Stoneman.