Like Any Normal Day: A Story of Devotion

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Winner of the 2013 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sports Writing, Like Any Normal Day is a profound, powerful narrative of a golden boy's tragedy, a woman's unlived life, and a brother's complicated devotion.


In the mid-1970s, brothers Buddy and Jimmy Miley were close, both on the verge of impressive athletic careers. A promising high school quarterback, Buddy's potential was cut short by an injury that left him quadriplegic. Immobile ...

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Winner of the 2013 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sports Writing, Like Any Normal Day is a profound, powerful narrative of a golden boy's tragedy, a woman's unlived life, and a brother's complicated devotion.


In the mid-1970s, brothers Buddy and Jimmy Miley were close, both on the verge of impressive athletic careers. A promising high school quarterback, Buddy's potential was cut short by an injury that left him quadriplegic. Immobile and imprisoned in his body for decades, Buddy would watch life pass by from his wheelchair, living at home under his mother's and brother's care, and wondering what his life could have been.


Buddy and Jimmy visited special hospitals and traveled to Lourdes in search of a miracle, never losing hope as they searched for a cure. But as Buddy suffered increasing pain, and also realized that he would never be able to walk again—and never prove himself capable of being loved by Karen, a woman he'd first met in high school—he asked Jimmy to help him end his life.


Beautifully written, both heart-wrenching and hopeful, Mark Kram Jr.'s Like Any Normal Day explores the important bonds between families and the depths of what we're willing to do for those we love.


Like Any Normal Day is the winner of the 2013 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sports Writing.

Winner of the 2013 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sports Writing

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
That autumn Friday night in 1973 started out like any other, with crosstown rivals, William Tennent High School and Plymouth Whitemarsh, squaring off on the gridiron against each other. Leading Tennent was quarterback Buddy Miley, a flashy but outstanding player who modeled himself after Joe Namath and Pistol Pete Maravich. Well-liked by his teammates and beloved by his schoolmates, Miley’s impressive athletic ability had already gained the attention of several college scouts. Across the line, defensive player Carmen Frangeosi Jr. hated quarterbacks; they aggravated him with their air of superiority. On game night, Frangeosi’s coach assigned him to Miley, telling the defensive player to hit Miley every time the quarterback touched the ball. Early in the game, Frangeosi tackled Miley in a bone-jarring hit that left Miley a quadriplegic, stopping short Miley’s football career and shooting him into a downward spiral in his life. After Miley’s injury on the field, his little brother, Jimmy, devoted hours and hours to his older brother, keeping him company and providing entertainment when Miley is down. Miley struggles with his pain, his loss of mobility, and the inability ever to live life in the way he had once dreamed. When Miley decides that he can’t stand the emotional and physical pain any longer, he asks Jimmy to help him end his life; Jimmy does so out of his overwhelming love for his brother but with ethical questions that gnaw at him forever. Drawing on interviews with Miley’s family and friends, Philadelphia sportswriter Kram elegantly tells a poignant and sad tale of struggle, loss, and love that illustrates both how quickly life can change and how deep our bonds to our families grow through times of crisis. (Apr.)
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"Like Any Normal Day looks piercingly beyond the moment when the lights dim and the crowds go home in any young athlete's life.  Kram's acuity and sympathies stretch far beyond his sportswriter's practiced gaze — indeed, all the way to the realm of literature.  It is not a happy story he has to tell us.  But it seems to me — perhaps for that very reason — it is an essential and cautionary one.” —Richard Ford

“Mark Kram, Jr. offers us an iconic story of the broken promises of youth, the ties that bind and blessings and curses that come with them. Kram honors these characters by giving the reader what was in their lives—the loss, the love, the rage, without commentary or apology.  If you can't find yourself somewhere in this book, you're not looking hard enough.” —Brad Falchuk, Co-Creator / Executive Producer of "Glee" and "American Horror Story."

"There is nothing normal about Like Any Normal Day. In the spirit of his late father, Mark Kram Jr. has stripped away the mythology and stereotypes of the sporting world and found something deeper, the complicated truth of a profound and haunting story." —David Maraniss, author of When Pride Still Mattered

"Mark Kram, Jr. has always been among the nation's very finest newspaper feature writers, and now his book, Like Any Normal Day, exhibits the same superb craft. It is a story that is so sad, yet so filled with every variation of the sweetest love, wonderfully, lovingly told. Kram has drawn the people in it so well that they and the scenes they inhabit will long stay in your memory." —Frank Deford, author of Everybody's All-American

"Like Any Normal Day is both extraordinary and unexpected. It's about more than the famously ruthless mercies applied by Dr. Kevorkian. It is an intimate family history. As constructed by Mark Kram Jr., the narrative begins with a high school football game and drives to that place separating bravery and compassion, longing and love. Kram is an expert reporter, sure, but his beat might well be the human soul.” —Mark Kriegel, author of the Pistol: The Life of Pete Maravich and Namath

"Like Any Normal Day is anything but normal. It's heart-breaking and heart-warming, a compelling story of brothers, love, tragedy and sports. Mark Kram Jr. takes us on a raw emotional journey that turns into a riveting American story." —Christine Brennan, USA Today columnist, ABC News and NPR commentator, author of Best Seat in the House

"Read this book and Buddy Miley will become part of your life. He will be there every time you see anyone in a wheelchair. He will be there every time the announcer says someone is hurt, lying on a football field and not moving. He will be there every time you think twice about whatever problem is kicking your behind on a particular day, a reminder that things could be worse. Read this book and...just read this book. Terrific." —Leigh Montville, author of The Big Bam and Evel: The High-Flying Life of Evel Knievel

"Kram deftly reveals the intimate details of the story, and he delves into the complex and troubled Miley family dynamics with a skilled reporter's eye.

A heartbreaking story of love and dedication told with remarkable compassion and literary skill.” —Starred Kirkus Review

"Philadelphia sportswriter Kram elegantly tells a poignant and sad tale of struggle, loss and love that illustrates both how quickly life can change and how deep our bonds to our families grow through times of crisis." —Publishers Weekly

"With a reporter’s eye for detail and character, Kram takes what could have been a relentlessly depressing story and turns it into one that is equal parts hope and triumph. A potentially controversial book - assisted suicide being a perennially hot-button issue - it is genuinely inspiring." —Booklist

“Whether you agree or disagree with their decision, you’ll be unable to turn away from the heartbreaking true story of a paralyzed man and the devoted brother who helps him die.” —O, the Oprah Magazine

“Kram’s reporting skill shines through as he draws out Buddy’s reticent brother Jimmy and high school girlfriend, Karen. The result is an honest, unsentimental and painfully human story.” —Sports Illustrated

"It’s an upsetting story, and in the hands of a pedestrian reporter, it might prove a story too depressing to pick up. But then you’d miss out on what Mark Kram does best, which is to take the time to listen closely, to discover the power in nuance, to tell the story within the story—old Daily News values, mostly gone now, but not forgotten." —The Philly Post

"Movingly chronicled." —Boston Globe

"Brilliant and heartwrenchingly detailed." —New York Daily News

“Through tender prose, an eye for intimate detail, and a knack for parachuting you right into his characters' heads, Kram's first book is a haunting tale of unconditional love…The book is a gripping tale of life after tragedy.”  —The Harrisburg Patriot

“This story is told in depth and with sensitivity, insight and heart…it is about life, courage, survival, hope and, mostly, love. It’s an amazing story, brilliantly and sensitively told.” —Chestnut Hill Local

“Kram presents with compassion and grace such complexities as the dynamics of a family in crisis, the balance of hope with skepticism, and the question of whether, if, and when a person should have the opportunity to end his or her life.” —Bill Littlefield on 90.9 WBUR, Boston’s NPR News Station

Kirkus Reviews
Philadelphia Daily News writer Kram explores the complicated relationships among family, love, duty and assisted suicide. During a football game in a small Pennsylvania town in 1973, Buddy Miley, an 18-year-old quarterback with plenty of athletic promise, suffered a devastating accident that left him a quadriplegic. In 1997, with the help of his younger brother Jimmy, Miley died at the hands of Dr. Jack Kevorkian. Kram poignantly tracks the family's emotional struggles following the accident. The author first met Miley in 1993 after Miley's mother Rosemarie wrote a protest letter to Sports Illustrated after New York Jets defensive end Dennis Byrd suffered a spinal injury in a game. She decried football's glamorization of violence and wondered if the NFL should "donate some of its profits to aid research into spinal cord injuries." Kram's editor urged him to visit Miley, sensing he might find a local angle to what had become a national debate on spinal-cord injuries. By the time the two men met, Miley had spent nearly 20 years, or "better than seven thousand days," unable to care for himself. Rosemarie assumed the bulk of responsibility for her son's care. "With no appreciable help from her husband," writes Kram, "Rosemarie had soldiered on with the help of her other now-grown children." Worried about his aging mother and his own deteriorating condition, Miley began contemplating suicide. Kram deftly reveals the intimate details of the story, and he delves into the complex and troubled Miley family dynamics with a skilled reporter's eye. A heartbreaking story of love and dedication told with remarkable compassion and literary skill.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250031358
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/14/2013
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 400,510
  • Product dimensions: 5.72 (w) x 8.04 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Mark Kram

MARK KRAM, JR. writes for The Philadelphia Daily News. His feature articles have won the Sigma Delta Chi award from the Society of Professional Journalists, been awarded top honors by the Associated Press for three consecutive years, and been published six times in The Best American Sports Writing Anthology. Like Any Normal Day is the winner of the 2013 PEN/ESPN Award for Literary Sports Writing. Kram lives in New Jersey with his wife and two daughters.

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Like Any Normal Day

A Story of Devotion
By Mark Kram, Jr.

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2012 Mark Kram, Jr.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312650032

Chapter 12: A Bunch of Buddys

Jimmy would remember thinking, What is everybody looking at? As they walked through the airport in Paris and later through the streets of Lourdes— Buddy in his wheelchair, Jimmy behind it, pushing it through the tangle of pedestrians— it occurred to him how very far they were from home. It seemed like ages ago that they were back in Warminster, the two of them preparing for this big adventure that would carry them from JFK Airport, across the Atlantic
Ocean, and to the Sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes, where legions of incurables have come in search of divine healing. Other than the cup of orange juice Jimmy spilled on Buddy, it had been an uneventful trip, albeit both of them were now tired and hungry. Jimmy had eaten some passable lasagna on the plane, and Buddy a beef- and-bean dish so inedible that he had to spit it out.

As they sat in their room at the Imperial Hotel, Jimmy flipped on the tape recorder he had carried along with him. They were always fooling around with recording stuff in those days; Jimmy used to drive around back home and describe whatever he happened to see, just so Buddy could get a feel for what was going on out in the world. Jimmy began the chronicle of their journey to France as soon as they had landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport: The rain has stopped and the sun is beginning to break through . . . the Frenchwomen are not “too enthusiastic about us . . . I think we’d do better in Warminster” . . . and the room at the hotel has “a puny bed and no pillows.” Inside that room, they laugh over how they just got stuck in the elevator.

JIMMY: What is it? Eight P.M.?
BUDDY: Close.
JIMMY: Yeah, I’m having peanut- butter bread for dinner.
Buddy’s having peanut- butter bread with a little jam. We have about ten pieces of bread left.
BUDDY: Thanks, Mom, for getting jam.
JIMMY: Yeah, you got us jam instead of jelly.
BUDDY: I sent Jimmy out on the town and he was out buying the groceries, a bottle of Coke and a bottle of orange soda.
JIMMY: I’m going to drink my warm Coke that cost seven and a half francs. Nobody ripped us off yet.
BUDDY: I’ll have a sip of that.
JIMMY: This soda is like Alka- Seltzer.
BUDDY: Plop, plop, fizz, fizz. You drink the orange stuff.
JIMMY: We’ll take you to Lourdes tomorrow.
BUDDY: We’ll report back later.
JIMMY: Bon voyage. Oui! Oui!

A banner had been draped across the front of the house when Jimmy returned from Florida five months before: WELCOME HOME! Groggy from his evening of beer drinking with his former teammates, Jimmy packed up the following day and was driven to the airport by one of the coaches, who had his girlfriend with him in the front seat. The woman seemed irritated, Jimmy sensed as he looked at the back of her head, as if it pissed her off that she had to spend part of her day off taking “some punk kid” to the airport. Seeing the sign on the house cheered him up, but he was even better seeing Buddy and the others again, even if his father just looked on in stony silence. But Bert no longer annoyed Jimmy as he once had, not since Jimmy had come home from a game a few years before and told him he had gone three for four at the plate— and Bert had asked why he had not gone four for four. Jimmy began to shrug off such asides as “the same old shit,” just as Buddy had and even Bob. Nothing was ever good enough. Impassively, Bert looked on from the head of the table as
Jimmy regaled everyone at dinner with the handful of Spanish words he had learned in Florida. Grinning, he said, “Baseball is beisbol. And dammit is caramba.” Outwardly, he seemed unshaken by how his career had gone so off course, yet deep down he could not help but feel he had disappointed everyone.

Summer unfolded at a leisurely pace. With Buddy upstairs in his bed by the window, Jimmy moved back down in the basement, which he would come to call “the dungeon.” During the day, he drove a delivery van for Delcrest Medical Services and Supplies and dropped off oxygen, walkers, wheelchairs, and such to customers. To stay in shape, he played baseball three or four evenings a week for Cedarbook in the Pen- Del League, where he hoped to attract the eye of a scout and get another opportunity to play pro ball. The Eagles’ general manager, Jim Murray, had some baseball contacts and, as a favor to Buddy, had said that he would look into helping Jimmy get lined up somewhere. On the weekends, Jimmy would kick back and enjoy himself, drink beer with friends or go on dates. His high school girlfriend,
Andrea, had gone off with someone else by then, but he had not had any intention of settling down. He was still only twenty, young enough to get his baseball career back on track. He told himself he would be better prepared when his chance came around again.

Until that happened, Jimmy was perfectly happy to be back home. Seeing Buddy again each day and helping out with his care gave him purpose, and Jimmy always enjoyed the repartee they shared. While Buddy had been disappointed that Jimmy had been cut by the Dodgers— at one point telling his neighbor George Bushman, “Can you believe he went down there and blew it?”— he could not help but be amused by some of the exploits his brother had related. Buddy would shake his head and dissolve into laughter over something Jimmy had done, and that always gave Jimmy a feeling of accomplishment. Of course, the two had disagreements, when Jimmy would dig his heels in over something and Buddy would shout, “Mom, get him out of here!” But calm would soon descend upon the house again, and Jimmy would reemerge from his basement hideaway and he and Buddy would have a laugh. From what Jimmy would remember, Buddy was in especially good spirits that summer, in part because he had that business he was starting and because Alan Ameche had told him he would underwrite a trip for him to Lourdes. In the parlance of the sport that had placed him in his predicament, Buddy looked upon it as the ultimate Hail Mary pass.

Miracles had abounded in the catechism books of his youth, none of which would have played larger in his consideration than John 5:1– 18, in which Jesus heals a lame man by the pool of Bethesda: Now a certain man was there who had an infirmity thirty- eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had already been in that condition a long time, He said to him, “Do you want to be made well?” The sick man answered Him, “Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; but while I am coming, another steps down before me.” Jesus said to him, “Rise, take up your bed, and walk.”
And immediately the man was made well, took up his bed, and walked. Biblical passages such as this gave Buddy hope, even if only the belief in some slender possibility for recovery that existed beyond what the doctors had told him. Oh, but how he had prayed for it to be so, that even if he could not get up and walk again, he would be relieved of the unendurable pain that he was in, which became harder and harder to cope with as the years passed! What he would have given for the electrical shocks to cease shooting through him!

No option would be left unexplored, even if it seemed beyond the realm of the orthodox. From the beginning, he welcomed spiritual intervention. When he had been at Sacred Heart Hospital, he found that he had no appetite, which caused his weight to drop and his mother to worry. But one day Ed Cherosky stopped in his room with one of the blood- soaked gloves that had belonged to Pio of Pietrelcina— or Padre Pio, as he became popularly known. The glove had been worn by the Capuchin priest and later Roman Catholic saint to cover up his stigmata. Blood flowed from penny- size holes in his hands and his feet in the approximate location of the crucifixion wounds of Jesus Christ. Of enduring belief in the healing powers that the glove possessed, Cherosky roamed the area hospitals with it. He had heard what had happened to Buddy and showed up with the glove, which he placed on Buddy in his bed. Incredibly— or so the story is told by Rosemarie— later that same day Buddy yelled out to the nursing staff, “What does a guy got to do to get some food around here?” Whenever Cherosky came back with the glove through the years, Buddy would say that he experienced “a warmth inside of him,” a phenomenon that his friend Joanne Johnston said was “not a physical healing but gave him the strength to go on.”

No one ever heard Buddy ask, “Why did this happen to me?” Yet he had to wonder why he had been asked to bear this cross, if some unknowable plan was behind his affliction. Early on, he recounted an odd scene to his sister Rose. Lying in his parents’ bedroom when he’d just gotten home from the hospital, he looked up at the wall and saw a vision of a crucifix, upon which Christ unmoored his arm of the cross and pointed a finger at him. Concerned that people would think he was just hallucinating, or had perhaps even gone crazy, he asked Rose not to share this with anyone. Nor did he himself ever bring it up— not with his mother or any of his other siblings, and apparently not with the clergy who came to his house each Sunday and gave him Communion. The visiting priests and later Johnston would say in their blessing, “May God the Father bless you. . . . May God the Son heal you. . . . May God the Holy Spirit enlighten you. . . . May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

Given even the longest shot of walking again, Buddy would give it a look, always hopeful but never overly so. Within a few years of his injury, he attended an event at the George Washington Motor Lodge in Willow Grove, where thousands of people with assorted physical and other concerns showed up to hear televangelist Pat Robertson. With Buddy that day were his parents and Jimmy, who still was just thirteen or so and had been having problems with his throat. Breathing in cool air caused it to close up. Mesmerized, Jimmy remembers how Robertson strode across the stage, waded into the crowd, and shouted, “Someone has a money problem. That has been taken care of. . . . Someone has a hole in their heart. That has been taken care of. . . . Someone has a throat problem. That has been taken care of.” Immediately, Jimmy held up his arms and exclaimed that Robertson was speaking of him. Sighing, his mother looked at him and said, “Stop that carrying on.” But Jimmy says with a chuckle, “Believe it or not, I never had a problem with my throat again.” And he remembers that Buddy told him, “You were always barging in on my miracles.”

But eight or so years later Buddy would go to Lourdes, and Jimmy would take him. Jimmy was chosen because, as their mother would say, “We always said, ‘If you have a job to do, give it to Jimmy, he’ll do it.’ ” It was always said in jest, but it was true. Physically, Jimmy was big and strong enough to handle Buddy, who was not just heavy but unfolded into jutting angles of elbows and knees. But Jimmy had also developed considerable patience, which was especially useful whenever he and Buddy had to go somewhere. On their journey to France in October 1982, Jimmy carried Buddy on and off planes and on and off buses, careful to cradle him in his arms as he moved him in and out of his wheelchair. In the air and again at the hotel, he would feed Buddy, give him something to drink, and attend to his catheter bag. To begin that Saturday in Lourdes, he dressed Buddy and combed his hair. But before Jimmy did any of that, he turned on the tape recorder.

JIMMY: Day two. Held hostage.
BUDDY: Just getting up. Gonna go eat peanut butter and jelly for breakfast again. And get some Coke.
JIMMY: This town blows!

But Jimmy would not think that years later when he looked back on it. Steeped in vivid fall colors, Lourdes was picturesque, with a river curling through it and an old bridge that led to the shrine. It was near the end of the season, which runs from April to October, yet it was teeming with visitors— or, as they are called, pilgrims. Millions of ailing people have gone there each year since 1860, the place where two years before Bernadette Soubirous, a fourteen- year-old girl, had witnessed the apparition of a white- robed woman in a grotto called Massabielle. From February to July 1858, Bernadette had seen eighteen such apparitions. On the day of the sixteenth—March 25— she began digging until there was a small puddle, which grew into a pool, and then what has become the hallowed spring. Only a relative handful of people had been recognized by the Church as having been cured by immersing themselves in it—sixty- five, as of the fall of 1982— and yet as Jimmy wheeled Buddy into the grotto, both of them were overcome by the powerful imagery of the scene before them: Hanging from the walls were discarded canes, crutches, and wheelchairs.

Jimmy handed off Buddy to an attendant, who guided his wheelchair behind a curtain. Jimmy stood outside.

Buddy could be heard: “No, get Jimmy! Get my brother!”

The attendant slid back the curtain and waved for Jimmy.

Jimmy stepped inside, where Buddy sat in his wheelchair by a tub. Jimmy helped him disrobe, picked him up, and lowered his paralyzed body into the water. It was cold, so very cold— 53.6 degrees Fahrenheit. The attendant crossed himself and offered in French an invocation to Our Lady of Lourdes and St. Bernadette.

Quickly, Jimmy then withdrew Buddy from the tub. Buddy was shivering.

Jimmy grabbed a towel and began drying him. But the attendant stepped between them and said, “No! No! No!” Jimmy understood that he was trying to say that he was supposed to allow the air to dry Buddy.

Neither of them knew how this whole thing worked, when or if Buddy was supposed to walk. So they laughed and went on their way, Jimmy pushing the frail body of his brother up a street as Buddy observed into the tape recorder, “Here come a parade of wheelchairs.” To which Jimmy added sorrowfully, “A bunch of Buddys.” They attended mass (Buddy said, “You would love it, Mom”), stopped by some souvenir shops, and headed back to the hotel. There, they had a ham- and- cheese sandwich for dinner, then stayed up well into the evening, laughing so hard that the occupant in the neighboring room pounded on the wall and shouted, “Keep it down in there!” The following day, they found their way back to the airport, where Jimmy hoisted Buddy out of his wheelchair on the tarmac and carried him up the steep stairwell to the plane. Jimmy could feel his grip loosen. Buddy looked down and said, “My pants are falling down!” But Jimmy eyed the cabin door up ahead and continued to climb, breathing hard as he replied, “Too bad!”

Gone just four days, they were ecstatic to be back, even if the trip seemed to have been for naught. Immediately, Jimmy stopped off for a can of Pringles and a gallon of milk. With the baseball season over, he worked during the week and cut loose on the weekend. Something was always going on. Two weeks or so later— on October 29— he joined some friends at a bar in Lambertville, New Jersey, where the drinking age then was only eighteen. In the back of his used Ford Pinto, the car he had gotten with his small bonus from the Dodgers, he had with him a case of beer, which he and a friend had worked down to a six- pack by the time they got to the bar at 10:00 P.M. or so. There, they drank rum- and- Cokes for another four hours and, shooed out the door at closing, piled in the car and headed off in search of a party.

Two girls they had met that evening were in a car behind them. They would see the whole thing: With his friend in the passenger seat, Jimmy was driving along, not erratically or fast, when he failed to negotiate a left curve in the road. The Pinto crashed into a tree. When the police arrived on the scene, they found the dazed passenger inside the wreck but not Jimmy. One of them asked, “Where is the driver?” The passenger, who had an injured back that would eventually heal, pointed to a concrete wall some seventy- five yards away. At the base of it, Jimmy lay unconscious, blood spilling from a head wound. The police ascertained that Jimmy had been hurled from his car door upon impact and hit the wall headfirst. They also discovered that he had a blood alcohol level of .24, or three times the legal limit.

Sleepily, Bert Miley answered the phone call that came in at 6:00 A.M. from Temple University Hospital. When the family convened there later that day, they were told by a worried doctor that Jimmy was in critical condition. He had fractures to his skull, nose, and shoulder, along with assorted facial lacerations. Surgeons performed a left frontal craniotomy. With his head wrapped in bandages, he was scarcely recognizable. His mother sat in the waiting room and quietly prayed, Hail Mary, full of grace . . . just as she had done nine years before. It seemed unbelievable to her that here she was again, in another hospital with another son near death. But when she went home that evening, the phone rang quite late. On the line was the doctor, who said in an animated voice, “I never call like this but I wanted you to know that Jimmy regained consciousness and was able to remember his phone number when I asked for it.” Everyone would say for years to come that it was a miracle that he survived. Even Buddy, who would always add with the laugh, “Yeah, the one I was supposed to get.”

Copyright © 2012 by Mark Kram, Jr.


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Table of Contents

Prologue: Jimmy 1


1 Prayers Before Sleep 9

2 Boyhood Fields 17

3 Where All the Nuts Lived 25

4 Head-to-Head 33

5 Karen, Are You Here? 43

6 O Dear Lord 51

A Window on Acorn Drive

7 Am I Paralyzed? 61

8 Butterfly Kisses 73

9 Orange 83

10 Nice Wristbands 95

11 Game Face 107

12 A Bunch of Buddys 121

13 Yellow Roses 133

14 Longing 145

Someone to Turn To

15 Dr. Death 161

16 The Lion and the Mouse 171

17 Alabama Karen 181

18 Brothers 191

19 Lingering Light 201

Walls of Time

20 Moving On 211

21 Coveted Time 223

22 Bagpipes 235

23 The Envelope 247

Acknowledgments 259

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Reading Group Guide

Like Any Normal Day is a nonfiction account of the life and death of Buddy Miley, a promising young athlete who became quadriplegic after an injury in a high school football game. The story follows Buddy’s trajectory from optimism to searches for miracle cures, to descent into intense pain and depression that led him to seek an assisted suicide from Dr. Jack Kevorkian. Buddy is only part of the

picture, however. Through interviews with those who loved Buddy, Mark Kram Jr. creates a narrative history of how this catastrophic injury affected Buddy’s family and friends, most particularly Buddy’s brother Jim (who helped him make the trip to Kevorkian), Buddy’s tireless mother, Rosemarie, and Buddy’s mercurial girlfriend, Karen. Readers will be challenged by several enduring questions: What

would I do for a loved one in pain? What rights do I have to decide how and when to end my life? Where do I draw the line in a challenging love affair? What are my personal responsibilities for my safety and health, and who can I trust to enact my wishes?

This book tells a tragic story, but it is uplifting nevertheless. The story hinges less on Buddy and more on Jim, who, through his decision to help his brother, becomes empowered to take control of his own life and to feel that he had fulfilled a moral responsibility to his loved one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2012

    Heartbreaking & definately worth reading

    Having grown up in this neighborhood this was very close to my heart. I never realized all the details of this story. Thanks to the Miley family for an insight to their personal story.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 6, 2012

    A good read on the impact of a life altering event and how many

    A good read on the impact of a life altering event and how many lives are changed. A story not only of devotion, but of courage.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2014

    This is a wonderful book.  I teach college English and have used

    This is a wonderful book.  I teach college English and have used this and students really liked it.  It is very well written and stays with you long after you turn the final page.  

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2013

    Fighting the Creepers Chapter 2

    The next morning, Hinder headed out as dawn arrived. She hadn't slept through the night, just to make sure she wouldn't miss the chance of killing a spider or two. <br>
    Hinder cast a quick look at the pit next to her house; the reminder of a creeper attack early in her career. Turning to the east, she saw several zombies beggining to burn up. Directly to the south, in the direction of the spawning site, was a spider. Hinder decided the spider was the best deal. She rushed at it and quickly defeated it. <br>
    Pocketing the silk it had left her, Hinder turned towards the zombies. One had been fully disintegrated, but a couple others were still on fire. Hinder strolled over and picked up feathers the zombies had left behind. <br>
    "Now what?" Hinder asked herself in the first minutes of daylight. "I could trap a sheep, or maybe chop down a tr-" <br>
    Tick tock. Hinder spun around. It was another creeper! Gritting her teeth, Hinder reached for her bone. <br>
    Tick tock. <br>
    It was too late now. Hinder dove out of the way right before the creeper exploded. <br>
    "I've had it with creepers," Hinder growled, standing up ad dusting herpurple outfit of. "That dang spawning site. Zombies and spiders I can handle. It's the creepers I need to destroy." <br>
    "Then I can help you." Hinder heard a voice behind her. She shrieked in panic as she spun around. <br>
    "W- Oh! Starch! You surprised me there!" Hinder exclaimed, seeing her old friend. <br>
    "I got over that hill just in time to see the creeper explode," Starch explained. "You said you wanted to destroy the creepers. What if we had an expedition to kill them?"

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  • Posted September 6, 2013

    Have not read this yet

    This is on my to read list.

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    Posted November 4, 2012

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