from Bob Ford of the Philadelphia Inquirer,
The door opened once again and Brian Propp entered, bringing in a chilly blast reminiscent of his Saskatchewan boyhood home. He is 57 now and looks as unassuming as ever, a 5-foot-9 Everyman with a broad, open face and fading traces of freckles across his cheekbones. He stopped and began to sign his name for the orderly line of fans that formed when he was still halfway across the parking lot. The fans chattered excitedly with him and studied him as he bent to the task, but it's likely no one even noticed that Propp was signing with his left hand.
"He took the time to teach himself to do that," former teammate Mark Howe said. "It doesn't surprise me. That's who Brian Propp is."
Sixteen months ago, Propp was vacationing in Annapolis, Md., with his wife and two children when he awoke with a searing headache. He tried to get out of bed for aspirin, but the right side of his body was paralyzed and he collapsed to the floor, breaking two teeth in the fall. This healthy, active man who never lost a tooth in 30 years of playing hockey, including 15 in the NHL, was bleeding on the floor, the victim of a massive stroke.
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