April 22, 2011
Step by Step
My two kids face each other in the wagon, a soccer ball and two folding camp chairs on their laps. I have food in my backpack, and I pull them down the sidewalk of Route 135. The road is closed off, so there is no traffic.
I look up and see a man in a three wheel racing wheelchair, pedaling with his arms.
“Here come the wheelchair racers!”
I stop the wagon to cheer, my kids cheering with me. “You can do it!” we yell, clapping.
The man gives a slight nod as he passes by us.
I find myself fighting back tears. After a few deep breaths, I am able to walk again.
