I don't actually run that much. Mostly I walk. But at least I'm moving!
In 2003, I was just 19, an awkward tall skinny girl, often mistaken for a boy, who drank too much. I laughed a lot but I was brittle. When I met the early members of this Little Team we were working together for the common joy at a summer camp for people with disabilities. That place and these people have changed my life. Now I'm 26, still tall, a little less skinny, never mistaken for a boy. And I'm happy. I'm surrounded by complex, funny, beautiful friends. We have dinner together every Sunday night.
Back then most of us hadn't known a lot of loss. These days lots of us have. I move because Peppy, Rosey, and Allie have lost family to cancer. I move because I have cancer in my family. I move because I belong to a world where everyone loses people they love, to one thing or another, and with my friends I can do some small thing to stand up for life. Because life is sweet.
I move for life, and for love.
-Jane
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