comparison naturally feeds fiction. Surveying the room, like the true gym class hero I still think I am, I swell with pride believing I’m the most able body in the room
The Day I Learned I Could No Longer Jump (or Learning to Fly)
Jay Armstrong
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Oh I hear you! And you have my respect and my not-so-sappy tenderness for what you put yourself through just because you know who you are. You inspired me to write today! Thank you!

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