Her son used to run too.
The gun went off.
Brennan took the lead early.
He moved in a controlled and steady manner. Everything we’d worked for was right there.
When the final stretch came into view, my son suddenly slowed!
At first, I thought I had imagined it.
Then he stopped and stepped off the track.
The entire stadium went quiet.
“What’s he doing?” Dana whispered.
I was already on my feet, eyes wide with disbelief.
My son suddenly slowed!
Brennan walked over to Caleb, who sat there, shaking his head.
I later heard from those close by that Caleb said, “I can’t.”
But my son didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah, you can. We finish this together,” Brennan apparently responded.
Before anyone could react, Brennan bent down, helped Caleb up, and lifted him onto his shoulders.
There was a moment, just a second, where it looked impossible.
Then my son adjusted his stance and started running the last stretch!
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