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Cody McCasland is not an ordinary child. He had to have his legs amputated below the knee when he was only 15 month old because of a rare condition called Sacral Agenesis. Some months later he got his first prosthetic legs and since then he can move almost like any other kid. Ðe can not only walk, but run, swim, play soccer, golf, karate, ice hockey etc. But the boy grows fast, so he outgrows his prosthetic legs all the time and needs new.
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I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request.
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