NOW HE CAN RUN
By
Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868
Timmy was eight years old. He watched eagerly as his classmates kicked the soccer ball up and down the field. He would laugh when his friends would run by, and he would clap as each team scored. Every now and then his eyes would light up as one of the children hollered something to him from the field, or as a teacher would pat him on the back while walking by. Timmy did all he could to show his contentment from the confinement of his little wheelchair.
By
Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868
Timmy was eight years old. He watched eagerly as his classmates kicked the soccer ball up and down the field. He would laugh when his friends would run by, and he would clap as each team scored. Every now and then his eyes would light up as one of the children hollered something to him from the field, or as a teacher would pat him on the back while walking by. Timmy did all he could to show his contentment from the confinement of his little wheelchair.
