Tuesday, May 26, 2015
To the Stranger Who Saw My Daughter’s Wheelchair Fall Apart
When I was just about to crumple in defeat, I looked up, still bawling and sweating, and saw you washing you hands at the bathroom sink. When I called out to you for help, you just came running. You came running with your arms outstretched asking what you could do. After you helped me get Lucy out of the wheelchair, I couldn’t even believe my eyes. You lovingly cradled Lucy in your lap, sitting there in the floor of the locker room, as if you cuddled my daughter every day.