My name is William Armstrong but my brother named me "doodle' I was born with disabilities to not be able to run,swim,walk. The doctors said that I have a weak heart and I might not be able to live. My brother did not like having a brother that is not normal. He wanted a brother that he can play with and do normal things.
My brother was trying to teach me how to walk so I can be normal at school like the kids. He have to keep helping me up because I kept collapsing on the ground.
It took a couple of weeks but I finally learned how to walk. We both hugging and smiling with joy.
My brother wanted to me to be like the other normal kids when we get to school so he was teaching me how to swim. He kept making me swim until I turned blue in the face.
I ran into the house and brought back the bird book. As we watched, Daddy thumbed through its pages. "It's a scarlet ibis," he said,pointing to the picture. " I buried the scarlet ibis.
Brother was running I can't keep up he is going to fast. I can not go anymore I must stop. That is when Doodle collapsed and died.