The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

fence.

Small.

Maybe eleven.

Arms folded.

Watching.

He wore a faded green sweatshirt and shoes with the sides splitting open.

Marcus walked over.

“You want to run?”

The boy shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

The boy looked away. “I don’t have running shoes.”

Marcus nodded.

He did not say he understood.

Kids like that did not always want pity.

They wanted continue reading …