Taking care of Buddy, that little guy is getting heavy. He is not really ambulatory. He can kind of walk if I give him a balance supplement by either holding a clump of his shirt in the back or he will hold my right index finger with his right hand. Sometimes both. I have to stand him up. That is the work part. We been like that for years now.
I didn't go out for a climb so my 200 foot deficit is kind of locked in now. my goal is to keep an average of 1,000 per day. I will still end up with a good month of climb.
Took Buddy to the park. He likes going outside.
I ask him if he wants to watch kids playing baskets on the basket court.
We go over there. I stand him out of his wheelchair and we walk around for a few steps.
He lets out with this loud squeaky, squealy, laugh.
Guys on the court pause and look to see what that was.
They see a happy boy watching them play.
They are a couple of pairs of teenagers getting one on one basketball coaching from adult coaches whose real jobs either evaporated or are on hold.
Now they in the park living their coaching dream.
One paused kid looks over at us smiling "how's it going?"
Intuitively I figure that kid growing up to be a helper.
But coaching, I guess me and Buddy is one on one coaching.
Maybe his laugh expressed the realization of that.
A good day at the park.