Little Beginnings (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

 

          It would be a minute, but it would be enough. Fear would keep this high achiever from climbing the mountain before him, fear and perfection, all or nothing. It was little beginnings that would change it all. A few minutes on one thing then it would be achieved: a goal long waiting to be completed, a tired soul longing for some sort of forward motion; this wheelchair bound one refusing to be held back by it.

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