I was on crutches for six weeks due to a baseball injury.
My 4th grade classmates laughed, especially since the bathroom was a problem. So, the teacher allowed me to go during class to avoid their teasing, but I had to choose one kid to go with me.
I chose the one who hadn’t picked on my weakness. He was an outcast, being the only black kid in our upstate New York school.
We became close friends. All because of my crutches.
This is what redemption is about—bringing a greater good out of something bad.