After a couple of weeks in the Rehabilitation hospital, I was allowed to go home on weekends. No one knew it, but I had a plan. You see, I was still in a wheelchair, learning how to walk…and I was frustrated at how long it was taking. I thought that walking was so difficult because it was slow…choppy…not fluid. There was too much time in between steps to lose your balance, too much thought and effort involved. I thought if I let my instincts take over by running, I would be fluid and natural.
I went to the high school track with my father and my eight year old brother, ceremonially threw down my cane, and started to move my legs. I fell. Of course I wouldn’t let anyone help me up. I began to run again. It worked!!!! I could feel the wind in my face, and the incredible sensation of exertion. I was running!!!! I was alive!!!!
I looked next to me, at my little brother, who was taking baby steps and keeping up with me. This didn’t matter.