Now is the Time for Running
"Then standing to one side, I see the boy with the crutches and one leg. I remember him from the baobab tree. His people must also have been heading for the boarder. He steps forward as if he has made up his mind. Thirteen pairs of eyes turn toward him. Surely he can't expect to play with us? He digs his crutches into the dirt and comes closer. There is a fire in his eyes. His mouth is hard, determined line in a face of stone.
I don't know what makes me do it, but I throw the ball toward him. He lurches forward, plants both his crutches, swings forward with his good leg, and kicks the ball so hard that it sails over our heads. Sinbaba jumps and catches it." (p. 65-66)