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So Lucky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Oelania P, Brooklyn, NY

   "You'reso lucky," people shout at me as they run by gasping for breath and grabbingtheir sides in vain attempts to ease the shooting cramps from lack of oxygen.

I give them a grim smile from my position on the grass and call out wordsof encouragement I don't mean. Honestly, I'm jealous that it's them and not me,but I'm also struck by the truth of their words. I am extremely lucky, but notfor the reasons that they think.

The rest of the gym class finishes theirmile run and rushes to the water fountain, red-faced and weary. I get my crutchesand slowly rise to follow them inside. All they can see is a doctor's excuse notto participate in gym class. Pretty lucky.

What they don't know is thehistory behind the ever-present limp that they see as a small price to pay to bea spectator to their agony.

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