
Strap Up
"I Can't!" he yelled as he quickly got back up onto this feet. The tears were already flowing. Even through his headgear, I could see his red face and his glassy eyes. Even if I were unable to see his face I could still determine that he had given up. His shoulders were slouched forward, his former sure footed movements became uncertain. His once determination to move only forward, became backward movements programmed in his brain through his acceptance of failure. "I Can't" he screamed once again, as again he found himself on the ground. I called him over to me "What is it that you can't do?" I asked him as I knelt onto my knees to be alignment with his eyes. "This" he exclaimed. ....
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