I stood between the parallel bars at Prosthetic Innovations for the 10th time this month. Tim listened patiently -- yet again -- as I described the poking and jabbing. The sticking and tugging and burning.
Last April when I started prosthetic training, I'd wake up EXCITED each morning.
For hours, I practiced walking across my parents' kitchen. Tracing the same path over and over again, step by step, my hand brushing along the counter top for balance.
Somewhere in the 300's, this journey became… my life.
So I've resorted to stealing.
I'm running low on energy, but I've discovered an unlimited supply.
|White helmet, middle row...|
Of course what I lacked in size and speed, I made up for in volume. When you spend your days controlling a class of middle schoolers, your vocal muscles grow big and strong.
|The Mile 400 moment|
with my friend Karen!
“I think you are!" he said. "As soon as we get this socket stuff worked out, I think you’re ready to JAM!”
Mile 400 is for my friend and fellow skate patroller Steve, who always had energy and light to spare.
And to Karen, who's got lots of her own.