A Boy Walked Up To My Wheelchair And Said He Could Make Me Walk Again

shoulder.

Dirty fingernails.

Worn sneakers.

But what caught my attention wasn’t his appearance.

It was where he was looking.

Not at me.

Not at my face.

At my foot.

Specifically, my right foot resting motionless on the metal plate of my wheelchair.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

The boy didn’t answer immediately.

His eyes slowly traveled up my leg.

Then finally reached continue reading …