Chapter Four: Chariots of Fire
"Oh larks", cried Rosie in despair. "Here I am, a highly intelligent inspirational female role model about town, yet I'm being held back from achieving my full potential because of inherent confusion over my mixed cultural and ethnic heritage. What's a girl to do?
I know, I shall consult with my differently abled friend, David O'Wong. He is so wise with his unique perspective that stems from his inspirational life in a wheelchair, although in no way should differently abled people be viewed solely as tools to inspire the majority. Oh look, here he is now".
"Top of the morning to you", said Dave in his French accented Northern Irish twang. "Alac, I fear I cannot help you today, for I am depressed in a colloquial and non medical sense. I wish to run a marathon, yet cannot overcome the fact I have no legs after losing them when a rabbit/fox/badger hole collapsed on me".
"Don't worry, Dave. I shall push you, for nothing can stop a determined person from achieving their goals. Hang on, I have just learned an important lesson for my own predicament! We have all helped each other! Hurray!"