I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself lately. Last night I got the classic wakeup call. I wish that I could say that it's turned me around; it didn't, but it had an impact.
I was at a competition in which my daughter was entered. The building was jammed with girls in various costumes and uniforms, practicing their routines, running back and forth, doing rolls, and all of that. In one corner of the gymnasium where the actual meet was held, I noticed a girl sitting in a wheelchair, watching. Well, heck, nothing unusual there. Nothing all that unusual. Noth --
She had no legs.
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