He reached over and squeezed my hand.
“You know what Coach Mara told me?”
I frowned.
“Who’s Coach Mara?”
“The adaptive basketball coach.”
I had forgotten he was volunteering with the community sports program.
“He said people spend too much time thinking about the things they can’t do.”
“And?”
“And they miss everything they can.”
I laughed through my tears.
“That’s pretty wise.”
“I know.” He grinned.
That was Liam.
He could find light anywhere.
Greg rarely noticed.
As high school went on, Liam earned award after award.
Academic excellence.
Volunteer recognition.
Scholarships.
Teachers constantly praised his determination.
One afternoon, our mailbox was overflowing with college letters.
“Liam!” I shouted excitedly, spreading them across the dining room table.
He rolled into the room, his eyes widening.
“Seriously?”
I nodded.
“They just keep coming.”
Greg walked in from work a few minutes later.
He glanced at the envelopes.
“What’s all this?”
