“Most people spend their lives asking what the world can do for them.”
He paused.
“Your son asked what he could do for someone else.”
The crowd applauded again.
I couldn’t stop crying.
Neither could Emily’s parents.
Even several neighbors wiped tears from their eyes.
Finally, the gathering began to disperse.
People returned home.
Cars drove away.
The officers shook our hands and left.
Before long, only a few of us remained in the yard.
Emily rolled beside David.
“I like the guitar.”
He smiled.
“I like the wheelchair.”
They both laughed.
