My daughter with special needs is not likely to ever be able to ride a bicycle or drive a car. But she sure can zip around on her little pink trike, her curly blonde hair blowing in the breeze behind her as she pedals around the cul-de-sac across the street from our house, oblivious to the whispers of other children who wonder why a girl that age is still riding on three wheels instead of two.
But to her, it doesn't matter. She knows she's alive. And she can move around and go outside and play, especially on the first sunny day after a long winter.
Go outside. It's how you really know you are free.
