Yeah, I guess I'm in a "don't kill them all" mood.
Not completely unexpected. Back in the first story, the first sleepout, Leon asked how Michael knew so much about dogs. Michael responded something like he read a lot and hoped to work with animals someday.
Stephen jumped in the air, pumped his fist, and screamed, “YESSSSS!”
It was at that moment Michael realized he might have won. He reached up for Tanner’s hand and asked, “I won?”
“You won, little buddy.”
“Oh my God.”
Tanner pulled Michael out of the pool and was the first to give him a hug. Stephen made it to that end of the pool and fought his way through the crowd to Michael.
Hugging Michael, Stephen exclaimed, “You did it!”
“I almost can’t believe it.”
Micha
You’re welcome. If I had looked up times much earlier, Michael wouldn’t have been as much of a Superman. But at least I kept him slower than sighted individuals.
Thanks. I’m sure I’ll cover that. I did come across some words about altered travel during my research, but forgot it. Will need to dust it off for the next chapter.
Seven and a half months to go. That was Michael’s first thought after kissing Stephen to ring in the new year. Michael had mapped out the major US Paralympic events prior to the Paralympics in Los Angeles that would begin on August 15th.
- Birmingham in early March
- Indianapolis in late April
- Cincinnati in mid-May
- Atlanta and Boise in late June
Now all he had to do was convince his parents to let him go to them. Birmingham and Atlanta were weekends and drivable. Cin