Nov. 3, 2013
Ryan Wood, Post and Courier
Jennifer Withrow didn’t let her 7-year-old son look the other way. Subtly, with a mother’s determination, she took advantage of opportunities to remind him life could be worse. There was no ignoring the less fortunate.
Her son needed to see, to believe life was better than he thought.
Behind every example, there was a purpose. And maybe a little desperation. Young Elliott Fry needed to get past his plight. Being the smallest kid in your second-grade class — with Fry for a last name — is tough enough. Diagnosed with Type I diabetes before middle school can be cruel. To a youngster pricking his finger 10 times daily to check blood sugar levels, it can feel like an impossible obstacle.