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When I was growing up,I was embarrassed to be seen with myfather.He was severely crippled and very short,and when wewould walk together,his hand on my arm for balance,people wouldstare.I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention.If he ever noticedor was bothered,he never let on.It was difficult to coordinate our steps—his halting,mine impatient—and because of that,we didn’t say much as we went along.But as westarted out,he always said,“Yon set the pace.I will try to adjust toyou.”Our usual walk was to or from the subway,which was how he gotto work.He went to work sick,and despite nasty weather.He almost
When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with myfather. He was severely crippled and very short, and when wewould walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would not own. I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention.If he ever noticedor was bothered, he never let on .It was difficult to coordinate our steps-his halting, mine impatient-and because of that, we did not say much as we went along.But as westarted out, he always said, “Yo set the pace. I will try to adjust toyou. ” Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he gotto work. He went to work sick, and despite nasty weather.He almost