As a boy navigating the challenges of polio, sometimes life sucked. Why couldn’t I effortlessly run around like my friends? Why did heavy metal braces and crutches encumber me? I felt God had short-changed me.
Sometimes I would cry myself to sleep at night. But on other nights, Mom would read me a book called, “The Little Engine that Could”. And on those nights, something changed for me. My life would never have turned out the way it did were it not for the simple wisdom found in this little book.