Three years ago, Robbie and I were working out at the YMCA together. He was always trying hard to get his leg to work correctly again. Between treatments if he wasn’t too weak, he wanted to work out. He never gave up, even though it hurt his leg. He wanted to walk normally and be able to run again.
When I don’t want to go on a walk or exercise, I think of him and how he never gave up. Even when all the odds were against him. He kept fighting and trying the best he could.