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She needs to walk before she can run. She needs to crawl before she can walk.
She's trying. Okay? She's trying, but its really really hard.
She's on her knees, trucking through the dirt and the mud though the heavy pounding of the rain and the thunder that booms so loud that it makes her ears ring.
She's bleeding.
She's sore.
She's such a small little thing, but she doesn't give up.
She's so ready to cough and wheeze, but she doesn't give in.
She is more than that asthmatic little girl from Brooklyn,
She can be more.
She is more.
When she completes her training, a wide grin breaks across her face, She laughs so hard, she almost cries.
She did it.
She did it.
She's bleeding.
She's sore.
And she has never felt so alive.