USA RUNNER: Until Then, You’ll Find Me RunningI thought about the times when I didn’t know if I would live, and about the times I didn’t know if I wanted to live… These musings drifted through my mind as I held Steven close, being careful not to hug too tightly for fear of somehow disrupting the metal rods that held his frail upper body together. I knew our thoughts were similar- that sometimes leaving this world seems so much easier than living through the pain. I wanted to somehow will this once strong and powerful young Marine toward life. He knew me as a friend and as the USA Runner, and he respected what I had done to earn that title. I hoped my words would carry weight, as I whispered in his ear, “Steven, please try to hang on. Nash needs you. Your mom needs you. Please Steven, try to make it.” This is a story about hope. It is a story of survival. More than that-it is a story about the broken and the caring. For one, without the other, will not last. Katie Strong, USA Runner |
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... permission slip when my name was announced by the Little League president . " Let's give a big hand to your pitchers for the 1965 Emmerson Park All - Star team ! Jed Haley , Brett Gibson , and George Yankowski ! " I smiled when I heard ...
... permission slip, I would never play baseball again! I returned home and hid my trophy, certificate, and permission slip behind the paint cans in the garage. In my mind, I began to work through ways to get around the required signed ...
... permission slip in my back pocket during the days leading up to the first All-Star practice. I would pull it out of my pocket and look at it, hoping it would trigger some idea that would solve my dilemma, but to no avail. Time and again ...
... permission slip, please?” Short and to the point. I knew Dad would notice the name, and he would remember the day he had told me about the MLB player, George Yankowski, having the same birthdate as me. My hopes were that he would just ...
... permission slip in my back pocket . I waited nervously in the driveway until 5:30 in the evening , but Dad didn't show up . I threw the ball against the garage over and over , looking down the street for his car to come around the curve ...