There I was at the age of six sitting in my wheelchair, my dad pushing me down the road he called this "running". When it was over I turned to him and said "dad I feel at home when I run, like I'm supposed to be here" he smiled and said "then lets keep on running".From that day on we ran, marathons and triatholons, whatever it was if running had to do with it then we were there.
Then a couple years later when I was sixteen I was interveiwed by some person on the tv he asked "If you could re-do your life, what would you do?" and I made a big smile on my face and looked straight at him "I would push my dad in the wheelchair." he smiled back and started to cry. Then he left.
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