At just fourteen months old, Keith Edmonds’ life was almost stolen from him. In 1978, his mother’s boyfriend pressed his face against an electric heater in a fit of rage, leaving him with third-degree burns that consumed half his face. Doctors didn’t expect him to make it through the night—but he did. What followed was a childhood spent in hospital wards and foster homes, learning how to survive in a world that stared, pointed, and whispered. Keith spent years at the Shriners Burn Institute in Cincinnati. Surgery after surgery, graft after graft, the goal was never perfection—it was survival. When…