I got anxious, I was bound to walk. I know God Healed me. I just know it. I have to walk. I have to stand.
My mom told me not to get my hopes up for nothing, but she still encouraged me. Skye told me she supported me on this.

I stood up from my wheelchair, and held on to the side railing of my bed. I'm standing. I'm standing. I'm not trembling. I'm not trembling. I'm doing it. I'm doing it! I want to walk, but I'm scared to move. My nerves usually take over. I was bound to walk, I had to. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can- what? Now I sound like the little train that could. I guess I'm the little Janae that could. Wait, what am I thinking? The little Janae that could? I laughed at myself.

"Focus, Janae." I whispered to myself.

I moved my leg, slowly. Step, after step, I walked, and soon, I let go of my bed railing. I'm doing it!

"Thank You, God, I know You'll help me along the way." I said, sitting back down in my wheelchair. I need to take my time instead of rushing ahead of myself.
I need patience. But I know for a fact, that I will walk again. I have to, now that I know what I can do.

"Anything is possible with You, Lord." I talked to God for awhile. He Encourages me to keep going. God Works in Mysterious Ways.

There is hope for me, there's a chance.

I called Skye. "Hello?" she picked up.

"Hey, Skye! You won't believe what just happened to me!"

"What's up? Give me details." she demanded.

"Details?" I rolled my eyes, aware that she couldn't see me, "I cannot give details. I was walking, Skye!"

"You're kidding..." she stayed silent for awhile, "Ah! Janae, are you serious?!"

"As serious as I can be!" I squealed excitedly.

"Ah!" she screamed, happily, in my ear.

I yanked the phone away from my ear, then quickly answered her again.

"YOU ARE BURSTING MY EARDRUMS."

"Sorry..." she apologized, "I'm coming over for details!"

"Wait! No, I can't give detai-" I stopped, "Annnnd, she hung up. Great."

She rushed over to my house only five minutes later.

"Janae!" she ran up to my room.

"That is great news! Details." she demanded once again.

I told her every "detail" I could give her.

"That's awesome!" she was supportive, but after awhile her smile seemed fake. I could tell she was happy for me though.

"Skye, are you okay?" I asked, caring.

"Well, no. What about me, Janae? You won't want to hang out with me, the girl in the wheelchair once you get out of yours."

"Skye, I still want to hang out with you. No matter what curves come our way, we're sticking together. You're my best friend forever. Don't worry about that," I smiled at her warmly.

"You say that now. But what about when you do get out of your wheelchair?"
"When," she says.

"I promise, you are my best friend who I will never forget. This has been a great experience for me. I'm not going to treat you any less, or look down on you. I promise." I spoke to her truthfully.

"Okay-" her phone started ringing, "I have to take this, thanks, Janae."

After she hung up her phone, she reported back to me.

"I have to go back to my house for dinner. Bye, Janae." she smiled, then pulled me into a hug.

"Bye." I replied, returning a smile.

"Thanks, God." I thanked the Almighty, Jesus.

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I. Am. Officially. BACK! I didn't update as soon as I came back. This story is probably going to end soon. And by soon, I mean by at least chapter thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen. Thanks for reading, though! ((: