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UC Berkeley student walks with robotic exoskeleton to get diploma

Austin Whitney is a 2007 graduate of St. Margaret's Episcopal School in San Juan Capistrano, California, where he was one of the students I advised through the college process. Just a few weeks after his high school graduation, Austin slammed his car into a tree. He sustained severe injuries that resulted in losing use of his legs.

I was one of the people who kept vigil at the hospital in the days following the accident.

I continue to stay in touch with Austin and his family.

I saw this story on his university graduation yesterday afternoon while on a flight from the east coast.

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