The Butterfly & the Hero

Dedicated to my girl Ashley. I hope you like it.

Once upon a time there was a little girl and she loved to dance. She would dance when the sun woke up and she would dance until the sun would fall asleep. When the moon came out to play she would dance in her dreams.
      One day when she was out dancing on a hill she lost her balance. She went down crashing to the ground, and when she got up her legs could barely hold her. The little girl fell back to the ground again and again. She began to cry and cry.
      Eventually a little boy found her and helped her back home. When she got home her parents were worried. They answered the door to see their little girl all broken up their hearts dropped. They immediately rushed her to the hospital.
      With the big rush it took them a while to realize that they not only took their child but also the boy that had helped their daughter get home. The girls father walked over to him and said,

"Thank you very much. Now I don't know if you can fully understand what you have done today but I would just like to thank you. If you hadn't helped her home her injuries could have been a lot more worse."

"Can she dance," the boy asked.

"Well the doctor says he doesn't even know if she'll be able to walk again, but I'm pretty sure one day she will dance again," the girls father said.

"Do you think she'll dance tomorrow," the boy asked.

"She's a strong girl but I don't know about tomorrow," the girls father said.

      The boy stood up and walked out of the hospital. The girls father was about to go after him until he heard the doctor say he could go see his daughter. The father went to go see his daughter and just prayed that the young hero got home safely.

"She's going to be in the hospital for five days just to make sure there are no more complications. If there aren't any she can go back home," the doctor explained to the girls parents.

      For the next five days the girls became very fidgety.

"Can I dance yet," the girl asked her doctor as he was doing his final assessment of the young girl.

"Not quit, but you are making a speedy recovery. I still can't believe you walked all the way down the hall yesterday," he said to her.

"Yeah, but then I feel when I got to the end of the hallway remember," the little girl sadly said.

"Yes you did but you also pulled yourself back up and into your wheelchair all by yourself without anyone's help. Trust me you will dance again," the doctor smiled at her.

      The little girls parents came and took their little girl home. Over the next three months she struggled with walking. She began to have a lot more bad days then good, but that didn't matter because she was determined to dance again.

      One day when she was sitting on her front porch watching the butterflies dance a young boy had passed by and saw her. She saw the boy and said,

"I love the way butterflies dance. Don't you."

"You use to dance like a butterfly," the boy said.

"How did you know that," the girl asked.

"Because when your wings broke I helped you back home," the boy said.

      There was silence in the air. The boy looked down and saw her sitting in the wheelchair.

"On day I'll come back and you will dance again," the boy stated.

"First I would have to be able to walk," the young girl said.

      The boy smiled and waved at the girl then he walked off down the street.
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      About two years had gone by and it was the girls 16th birthday. She could now stand on her own for two hours, and walk half a mile without crutches. All of her friends and family were around her. There was a knock at the door. The girls father went to go answer it. When he opened the door there was no one there only a card and a single white rose.

     After everyone had left the girls father had given her the card and the rose, and went off to bed. She opened the card there was a picture a bright orange and red butterfly on the front of it. In the inside of the card it read, "It's time to dance like a butterfly." The girl smiled as she read it. At the bottom of the card it read, "PS Happy Birthday." The girl took the card and the rose and put it on her bedside table.

     The next day there was another knock at the door. The girls mother and father were both at work, and her aide had called out sick. The girl decided she would just answer the door. She locked the wheels of her wheel chair and grabbed her crutches. She struggled trying to push herself up and keep hold of the crutches at the same time. Every time she would get her balance her legs would give out causing her to fall back down. She began to cry, the girl felt hopeless.

"Is everything okay in there," a males voice was on the other side of the door.

      The girl recognized the voice and tried on more time to stand up, and she did. She made it to the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was the boy. It was the boy that helped her home, the boy that told her the next time they met she would dance again. The girl began to cry when she saw him.

"Why are you always crying when I'm around," the boy asked.

"Because you broke your promise," the girl said with a muffled voice.

"How," the boy asked.

"You said the next time you saw me we would dance," the girl said still crying.

"Yes well first of all I technically didn't see you I dropped something off and second I never said we would dance. I just said you would dance," the boy explained.

     The girl started to become very frustrated it had been years since she danced and she just knew some how the boy could help her achieve that. All of a sudden the girls legs began to give out she started crashing to the floor. The boy saw this and lunged to catch her.

     Luckily he did catch her and her crutches dropped to the floor. The girl began to cry again.

"Oh, no don't cry. It's going to be okay....umm... Wait what's your name," the boy asked.

"Huh," the girl said.

"This is kinda weird but I don't know your name," the boy said. The girl began wiping her tears away.

"Alice my name is Alice. What's your name," Alice asked.

"Well Alice my name is Christopher," Christopher said with a smile on his face.

"My chair is in the living room," Alice said blindly pointing to what she thought was the living room but was actually a wall.

      Christopher giggled and said, "Your chair's in the wall." Alice rolled her eyes, and Christopher began taking her to her chair. When he finally reached Alice's chair he let out a big sigh.

"What's wrong," Alice asked.

"Do you really want to dance," Christopher asked.

"Yes," Alice said in a joyous tone.

"Fine," Christopher said.

     Christopher put Alice's feet on his. He stepped once to the left and twice to the right. On his second step  he bumped into a corner table. This caused Alice to laugh.

"Hey hey hey I can put you back in your chair," Christopher jokingly said.

"Sorry you just seem really really really bad at this," Alice giggled some more.

      After ten long minutes of bumping into almost about every piece of furniture in the living room Christopher finally figured it out. They danced for hours until her parents came in, and even when they did walk in to see their daughter dancing with a "stranger."

"The hero's butterfly could no longer dance," the girls father said. His wife gave him a confused looked. "Don't you remember the young hero who saved our daughter. Well he has returned once again to save her." The girls father stood there smiling at the two of them.

      As the years went by Christopher grew to be good friends. Christopher helped Alice learn how to dance again and Alice taught Christopher how to dance.