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

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I released the bars.

The world held its breath.

One step.

Then another.

Then another.

Claire covered her mouth.

Tears streamed down her face.

Sarah smiled through tears of her own.

Eli pumped his fist into the air.

I kept walking.

Slowly.

Unsteadily.

But walking.

Twenty years of loss.

Twenty years of grief.

Twenty years of believing my story had ended.continue reading …