“Go! Go!” The shouts of spectators echoed off of the walls of the pool. The smell of chlorine filled the air. I was leaning over the rope, screaming at my sister as she took her last strokes into the wall. I whipped my head around to look at the scoreboard. “She got it!” My sister had been working for months to achieve her “A” time standard. As she touched the wall, I felt multiple emotions wash over me, first overwhelming pride, respect, then joy filled me. Although this achievement is significant for any swimmer alike, it was especially so for my sister. My sister’s name is Maria. She was dropped onto her left hand when she was one years old, and because of this the muscles in her hand have become less developed than those of the same age
