When I lived in Brooklyn, I used to spend some of my day feeding young cats in Fort Greene Park. (Two of them are now living with me in Asbury Park.) One day I met  a young man in the park named Christopher who was “pumping iron”  in his wheel chair. His smile was infectious. Half of his leg was gone. Later, he told me his story. When he was 15 years old, he was called to his sister’s aid as she was being attacked by a gang. She got away, but the gang shot him 9 times in the back and leg. Now at 23 years old, this former…