The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird.

It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds

at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.

“Why can’t I?” he thought. “Is there something wrong with me?” he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled.

He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.

“Why can’t I be like them?” he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the

orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk

or run playing in the sandbox. He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had

ever wanted to fly like a bird. “No,” said the little boy who could not walk or run.

“But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and

girls.” “That is very sad.” said the little boy who wanted to fly.. “Do you think

we could be friends?” he said to the little boy in the sandbox. “Sure.” said the

little boy. The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made

really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard.

Then the little boy’s father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little

boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy’s father and whispered

something into his ear.

“That would be OK,” said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend

and said “You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could

do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can’t. But there is

something that I can do for you.” The little orphan boy turned around and told his

new friend to slide up onto his back.. He then began to run across the grass. Faster

and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he

ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just

whistled across the two little boys’ faces. The little boy’s father began to cry as he

watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind

all the while yelling at the top of his voice,

“I’m Flying, Daddy. I’m Flying!”