Fifty Fifty (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)
Large. Large enough to swallow him, arching high overhead and toward either side it was more than simply a danger, it was life-threatening. The wave before him struck fear into all he was, nearly crippling him by it's very presence, still he entered it, determined not to be shackled, a prisoner again to these fears!
He rose again to this wave called a day to most. He sat up straight as he could, began the adventure of living, and prepared to speak later to others about not giving up, even when the chance of success is fifty fifty, especially from a wheelchair that reminded him everyday of how fortunate he was to survive his terrible tragedy.
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