Man Who Spent 70 Years In Iron Lung Passes Away

Paul Alexander, a Texan who spent much of his life confined to an iron lung, has passed away.

According to his obituary, he died on March 11 at the age of 78.

Known as “the man in the iron lung” or “polio Paul,” Paul Alexander, a Dallas native, was more than just his condition. To his younger brother Philip, he was a beacon of inspiration and a true role model.

“He had big dreams of making a difference in the world,” Philip Alexander said. “He was determined to leave a lasting impact.”

At the age of six, Paul Alexander was diagnosed with polio during an outbreak in Dallas. The disease left him paralyzed from the neck down, reliant on the iron lung to breathe.

Despite his physical limitations, Paul Alexander maintained a positive outlook on life, inspiring those around him with his resilience and determination.

“He never let his condition define him,” Philip Alexander remarked. “He adapted to every challenge life threw his way.”

Paul Alexander’s adaptability extended to his academic pursuits. He graduated with degrees in economics from Southern Methodist University and law from the University of Texas. He even passed the bar exam and practiced law in Dallas.

In March 2024, Paul Alexander made history when Guinness World Records recognized him as the longest-living iron lung patient ever.

“He wouldn’t have made it this far without the unwavering support of our parents and close friends,” Philip Alexander acknowledged.

Paul Alexander also used social media as a platform to spread messages of hope and resilience, amassing a following from across the globe.

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