Born to run

With every breath she took, with every drop of sweat, with every step on the Franklin Field in Philly she lit up. She made it all about her. And only her.

Fresh cut grass, wind across her cheeks, it made her feel alive.

She felt that long hoped-for sense of belonging.

This was her home away from home.

No need to think. No time to react. Only her lane. Her spot. Her clear mind. Nothing else. No one else.

But what if all her hopes and dreams evaporated and the worst-case scenario became a reality?

What if the 17-year-old track star lost her right leg?

This ain’t for the faint of heart. Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart

Claimed her favorite running song

Right.

Her life was over.

Who cares about being alive?

When she couldn’t walk

When she was born to run

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Thank you for reading,

xo

N@t