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| When I was about 11, my mom broke her ankle. One day, I was boredly playing with her wheelchair out in the driveway. | |
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| This couple drove by in a sedan, stopped, and got out. The man reached into his wallet and handed me a $20 bill. | |
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| The lady patted my arm and said, "God bless you." I realized they had the wrong idea about me and this wheelchair. | |
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| Because I was an honest kid, I stood up, my arms wide, to show them I was not in need of a wheelchair. "No, see, I'm not--" | |
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| They jumped back, their eyes boggled, they ran back to their car, and drove off, the $20 still in my hand. | |
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| For a week afterwards, I daydreamed of ways of making money with this wheelchair... | |
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