Jama Kehoe Bigger

A time to wait and a time to walk. The next day Dad come home with a walker. He brought it into the living room where we were all watching television. "okay, everybody watch. Now you'll see how strong Jama's getting..." I sighed, Okay Lord, I thought, for my family. I lifted the walker and set it back down a few inches farther ahead of me; then I slid my right foot forward and then my left. My brain shouted orders to my feet. Gripping the handles more tightly, feeling hte moistness of perspiration against my palms, I wanted to pick up the walker and throw it away, running freely and unshackled. But I moved slowly forward. "I'm getting tired, Dad." "Steve, unlock the wheel chair and wheel it up behind her." He nodded in Steve's as he remained behind me. He had taken his hands away. Now it was me and the walker, and Jesus.… (mere)