The wheelchair racer39

In our Oregon race, a man in a wheelchair stood first. He defeated the first runner, a top-ranking runner, by sixty metres. I couldn’t believe how fast the man in the wheelchair was going. Then Dayal told me it always happens like that.

The prizes were so cute. The winners got big pies, which were the same size as their medals. They had a special prize for me, which I wanted to give to the man who was in the wheelchair. When I went near him, he immediately started shedding tears. He was so moved that I was giving the prize to him.

RB 223. 19 October 1980