"Bronson uses his hands with manly pride. There is precision in his movements. He is deliberate, slow and meticulous. We chat as he asks for the tools, smiling as I hand them to him as if he were a surgeon. Then, task finished, he stands back to survey his handiwork. Bronson has started a training course. He has a job. He's a working class man. Now he moves in the world of men and machines, strangers and family alike, with satisfaction and humour - living beyond a minimal life. Given 'wings to fly'." Brooks continues the journey with her son, Bronson, with life after 'I'm not broken, I'm just...