On Saturday I ran my heart and soul out for the belief that friendship is for all.
I ran and when I grew tired, I thought about Big Brother and about how hard he must work each day. I thought about how he never gives up and always fights, no matter how hard it is. I thought about how easy a race must be in comparison to living without friendship and in comparison to living with Autism.
I ran and thought to myself what a blessing it is to have two strong legs and two healthy lungs. I thought about how blessed I am that I can show my gratefulness each day by using my gift to help others.
I ran and watched over 1000 smiling faces running for those who couldn’t and for those who are their best buddies.
I ran for team Big Brother and all those like him.
I ran and ran hard with a smile on my face, choking back tears as I saw countless runners sporting pictures of their best buddies.
The sun was strong and the hills were high, but I finished in 35 minutes keeping a steady pace throughout. I was proud. But more importantly, I couldn’t wait to go home and hold one of my best buddies after the race:
It was a good day.