Wheelchairs, Skating, and Gratitude

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Three years ago, I dragged Ella to a skate park. If she’d been able to move her legs, she would have been kicking and screaming. As it was, she went under extreme protest.
“I don’t want to do this,” she huffed. “I’m not this girl

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