| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/lucky.shtml Contests Kyle was sitting in his wheelchair in front of his house. He liked to watch his friends ride their bikes on the street. The victim of a bicycle accident, he had lost all feeling from the waist down, and the doctor’s diagnosis was uncertain. “It’s time for your therapy,” his mother said. “Oh, mommy, do I have to?” “Yes!” Kyle maneuvered his small wheelchair all by himself. His mother picked him up in her arms and placed him gingerly on a blanket on the floor. Then she began her daily routine of lifting his legs up and down and massaging them. Suddenly, Lucky came running into the room and greeted him with wet licks. Kyle squealed loudly. “Hi Lucky,” he said, picking him up in his arms. Kyle,” she said. “You’re wiggling your toes.” “Lucky is tickling my toes and making me laugh,” he said. The feeling was returning on his legs.
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