The rope cinched tightly around my waist. Patricia Walsh, a
paratriathlete, clung to my elbow entrusting me, not only with her life, but
also the end result of the race.
I was terrified.
Knowing that I was about to race a mile in the murky, rough
Hudson River to start a rigorous triathlon was hard enough in itself, but being
entrusted with helping an individual in need made it that much more strenuous.
It made me nervous. I didn’t want to disappoint her.
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