Insanity (ManxMan)

A/N

So sorry that this isn't an update but that will be coming in a day or two. 
Once i force myself to sit and write something for the first time in weeks. 
ANYWAYS on the what I'm here about. 

I heard a story yesterday from a man who's father just died. 
The man was going to be a pallbearer at his fathers funeral.
Though he could barely walk.
I don't know why it touched me the way it did but it did.
So I'm here to tell it.
Of course like any writer would, as a one shot type thing. 

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When i was young there was something wrong with my left foot. 

I could barely walk. 

But i loved going duck hunting with my dad. 

Now of course it took a lot of walking. 

Like any hunting would. 

I would walk as much as I could. 

But with my defective foot it wasn't much. 

I was a small boy so my dad could just pick me up.

He'd pick me up and carry me through the woods. 

He was a strong man. 

A loving father and husband as well. 

He was a great man. 

Anyways back to what I was saying. 

He'd carry me, and when we'd get to where he wanted to hunt he'd gently sit me down on my butt.  

Then he would shoot. 

The ducks would go flying and he'd get one. 

He'd smile and pick me up again. 

He'd carry me over to that duck and I'd help him by carrying it home. 

While he carried me of course. 

Now years later I've had many surgeries to be able to walk. 

Im still not the best at it, since my foot is still bad. 

But when I was little my father carried me. 

Now I'm gonna carry him. 

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Thanks for reading this guys 
I love you all :) 
~Vince