I know that you can do the impossible.
Somewhere the hurting must stop.
Some people can’t figure out what I’m doing. It’s not a walk-hop, it’s not a trot, it’s running, or as close as I can get to running, and it’s harder than doing it on two legs. It makes me mad when people call this a walk. If I was walking it wouldn’t be anything.
I remember promising myself that should I live I would prove myself deserving of life.
I'm not doing the run to become rich or famous.
I'm not a dreamer... but I believe in miracles. I have to