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

know.”

I looked again.

The words blurred.

“How long?”

Sarah hesitated.

“Years.”

“How many years?”

“At least eight. Possibly ten.”

My stomach dropped.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years of believing nothing could ever improve.

Ten years of never trying.

Never hoping.

Never pushing further.

Never seeking additional treatment.

Because I trusted Dr. Voss.

“Why?” I asked.

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