I was recently struggling through mile 23 of the St. George Marathon when I lifted my eyes off of the road to meet the bright eyes and smile of a young boy sitting in a high-tech wheelchair, a seeming sign that this wasn’t a temporary mode of transportation. As I approached him, he lifted his left arm out in front of him and opened his hand, palm facing toward me. It was thin and meek. He wanted me to give him a high-five. I immediately smiled, said "thank you," and gently touched his hand as I ran by.
Quickly succumbing to the morning heat and feeling the pain of over-taxed muscles, I had been struggling to continue on. This little boy’s gesture was a boon to my drained spirit. His outreach to me touched and overwhelmed me with unexpected emotions. I will never forget that moment. Nor will I ever forget him.
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Oil Painting "Marathon" by Michael Parker. It was a gift to some dear friends, the Dayton’s. We have trained and ran many miles and marathons together.
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