gardening and disability acceptance

posted on January 1, 2011 - 3:43pm
I always knew I was different. I couldn’t do what the other kids could do even though I was an active, outdoors kind of boy. I was always slower running the bases at sandlot baseball and slower on my bicycle than the other kids in the neighborhood. I tried hard, but I just couldn’t keep up. The doctor told my parents that there was nothing to worry about. All I had was flat feet.

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