Tripping Over Ourselves

by Lyle
(Spokane Washington)

I always knew my son was different. He was born with both of his feet severely pigeon-toed. At six months he was wearing tiny casts followed later by a brace and then corrective shoes. He never wore out his shoes like other boys, his shoes wore out on top from dragging them like paint rollers.

When school started my bow-legged son ran full bore to the bus and never looked back. Years later in high school he started on the football team as a wide-receiver, made all league as a captain on the soccer team, and had run at the meets for the track team. Like I said, my son was different!