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Bill had always been athletic, and his favorite sports were football, baseball, and basketball. He was an astounding shortstop and dazzles the fans with his amazing plays in the field. He was an even better wide receiver, able to look almost any pass into his hands. He was one of the best shooting guards in the state, able to sink a shot from almost anywhere on the court.
The only thing in Bill's life more important than sports were courage, and also model airplanes. But one day a model airplane went out of control and hit him in the eye, blinding it.
Suddenly, he couldn't play any of the sports he used to, because of his lack of depth perception. He couldn't field to save his life, and hit twice as bad. He almost always lost the football in the sky before it thudded to the ground beside him. He could barely even make a foul shot with his new vision.
Bill was downtrodden, but still the only thing more important in Bill's life than sports was courage, but not model airplanes anymore. Model airplanes could fuck right off.
Bill thought and thought, almost forever. Until one day the track and field coach came to talk to him. He told Bill that he could be a sprinter. He could use his athletic ability and his lack of depth perception would not be a concern.
Bill was so excited he began practicing that very night. It wasn't long that Bill was the best sprinter on his high school team. Before long people were talking that he might even be the best sprinter in the state. Bill's natural drive and courage and tenacity drove him to become the best sprinter almost overnight, and he had the chance to prove this at the State Track Meet.
The state track meet featured the best sprinters in the state, and Bill was nervous. He stretched and lined up. This would be the biggest race of his life. The starting pistol shot out and Bill went running. He came in last place and it wasn't really all that close.
People left Bill alone; they could tell he was stricken from the loss. He walked alone down the street, hoping to find an ice cream shop he could drown his sorrows in. Out of the corner of his one good eye, Bill saw his deaf and blind friend Jake crossing the street with his dog, which was leading him directly into the path of an oncoming car.
Bill had thought the race only an hour before had been the biggest in his life, but this one was infinitely more important. Bill would have to run faster than he ever had before to be able to reach Jim and push him out of the way of the speeding car. He pumped his legs and pounding the sidewalk with his shoes, unsure if he would make it in time. His heart pumped and his lungs breathed deep as Jim became closer to Bill, and the car became closer to Jim. Luckily, Bill arrived just in time to shove Jim out of the way, then he braced for impact.
Since Bill had no depth perception he couldn't tell that Jim was actually standing at the edge of the street, completely out of the way of the car. Bill pushed him into the path of the oncoming car and it splattered him dead. The dog survived. Bill was scarred for life. The dog wasn't, it didn't understand the situation.
Bill served thirty years in state prison for second degree murder. Everyone at prison felt bad for him so they didn't rape him, even once.
The only thing in Bill's life more important than sports were courage, and also model airplanes. But one day a model airplane went out of control and hit him in the eye, blinding it.
Suddenly, he couldn't play any of the sports he used to, because of his lack of depth perception. He couldn't field to save his life, and hit twice as bad. He almost always lost the football in the sky before it thudded to the ground beside him. He could barely even make a foul shot with his new vision.
Bill was downtrodden, but still the only thing more important in Bill's life than sports was courage, but not model airplanes anymore. Model airplanes could fuck right off.
Bill thought and thought, almost forever. Until one day the track and field coach came to talk to him. He told Bill that he could be a sprinter. He could use his athletic ability and his lack of depth perception would not be a concern.
Bill was so excited he began practicing that very night. It wasn't long that Bill was the best sprinter on his high school team. Before long people were talking that he might even be the best sprinter in the state. Bill's natural drive and courage and tenacity drove him to become the best sprinter almost overnight, and he had the chance to prove this at the State Track Meet.
The state track meet featured the best sprinters in the state, and Bill was nervous. He stretched and lined up. This would be the biggest race of his life. The starting pistol shot out and Bill went running. He came in last place and it wasn't really all that close.
People left Bill alone; they could tell he was stricken from the loss. He walked alone down the street, hoping to find an ice cream shop he could drown his sorrows in. Out of the corner of his one good eye, Bill saw his deaf and blind friend Jake crossing the street with his dog, which was leading him directly into the path of an oncoming car.
Bill had thought the race only an hour before had been the biggest in his life, but this one was infinitely more important. Bill would have to run faster than he ever had before to be able to reach Jim and push him out of the way of the speeding car. He pumped his legs and pounding the sidewalk with his shoes, unsure if he would make it in time. His heart pumped and his lungs breathed deep as Jim became closer to Bill, and the car became closer to Jim. Luckily, Bill arrived just in time to shove Jim out of the way, then he braced for impact.
Since Bill had no depth perception he couldn't tell that Jim was actually standing at the edge of the street, completely out of the way of the car. Bill pushed him into the path of the oncoming car and it splattered him dead. The dog survived. Bill was scarred for life. The dog wasn't, it didn't understand the situation.
Bill served thirty years in state prison for second degree murder. Everyone at prison felt bad for him so they didn't rape him, even once.