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As I watched and listened, I began to understand that it\u2019s not about becoming a girl in a wheelchair, but becoming a different person and a part of the community.\u00a0 A message of Welcome-to-the-club-nobody-wants-to-join-but-we\u2019re-glad-you\u2019re-one-of-us.<\/p>\n
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I looked at my 15-year-old son, who\u2019d come with us, and said, \u201cI still think it\u2019s weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
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He laughed and raised an eyebrow. \u201cReally? The woman who delights in making Hot Cross Buns on Good Friday in honor of Jesus\u2019s being crucified because of all the good that came from it, is balking at eating cookies in honor of all the good that\u2019s come from Ella being a paraplegic? Why? Because it\u2019s morbid?\u201d<\/p>\n
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He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I laughed with him, because he certainly has a point.<\/p>\n
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