A Hand To Hold
Teddy Hansen’s coat looked way too big for his frail body, but the smile on his face more than compensated for his clothing. He stopped to breathe in the morning air and take in the scene around him; the sounds of the early morning traffic; the light playing on the dewy grass; and the dogs pulling sleepy owners on their morning walks. The morning fog did nothing to damper his spirits; after all he had waited for this day for three whole months. The trip up the hill seemed to take him twice as long as it used to. Finally...
