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+ 2	How MD can ruin a friendship..
+ 9	a loving 3rd grader killed by his mother
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true story.

When i was four, my dad was  a builder. he had a partner he always worked with. He had one son.  I remember the day i met him.  at a horserace.  it was such a nice day and my dad said , "honey, meet john"

he was fine. he was walking. he did everything. ever since those words came out of my dads mouth, me and him were best friends. we really did everything. we were the same age, and lived a town apart.

i have a house in vermont, so every year he would come up.

until he reached age 5, that it struck him. he couldnt walk as easy, he couldnt play hide and seek, he couldnt play basketball.  my mom called me out of school and took me to his house in kindergarten.  i couldnt believe it, he was in a wheelchair. i cried.

ever since then, we still hung out all the time. he would still come skiing with us, it was so cool he would ski in one of those wheelchair seats.  He had DMD (duchenne MD) which slowly progresses and he should live until 25-30 the doctors told us.

well, last january, i was in school, in lunch. until i was called to the office .."another doctor appt probably" i said and laughed and left. i went home to my mom sitting on the couch with his family, holding something. it was the death card. i shook my head and said no hes fine, the doctors said he would live alot longer. no shutup. i sat down and looked at a picture of the both of us, a week earleier in vermont.

i cried so hard. i couldnt believe it. he was gone. i sat in his wheelchair and rolled around and said to myself   "wheels to wings". it was amazing how things changed so quickly. one day i was sitting with him on the front porch. the next i was sitting alone.

i miss him so much, and yea he was ina wheelchair for 10 years of his life, but it didnt differ from the other 5, he still enjoyed life and had so much. and nothing held him back from doing what he wanted to do.

 

2.4.91 ~ 1.12.06   bestfriendsforever

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