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The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

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up a little, okay?”

Caroline Reed tried to keep her voice calm. She had learned that fear made him shut down faster. But he heard the strain in it anyway, the same tight thread that had been there in hospital rooms, physical therapy appointments, and the long months when she left dinner outside his bedroom door because he wouldn’t open it.

Her hands continue reading …

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