Marine gives up winning 5K marathon after hearing child say “will you run with me?”

“Sometimes, you don’t have to win to be a winner.” – Unknown

This quote may sound confusing, but we have the perfect example for it. Eight years ago, Lance Corporal Myles Kerr was all set to run the 5k at the Venetian Festival in Charlevoix.

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He made sure he prepared for the event.

He even wore boots and carried a rucksack.

Kerr started strong.
So, it’s just normal that everyone was waiting for him to finish and win the race. However, several minutes had already passed, but there was no sign of him.

That’s not typical for the young, strong, and healthy Kerr. So his teammates became worried.

They thought, maybe, something might have happened to him. He may have collapsed or suffered an injury.

Soon, they got impatient with waiting, and they ran back to the course to see what happened to Kerr. Before they started, they saw Kerr coming towards the finished line.

With him was a little boy.
As it turned out, Kerr decided to drop back at the race to help a boy.

While Kerr was running, he noticed a boy who was running alone.

“He was walking when I ran by him,” Kerr recalled. “I looked at him and said, ‘Hey, little guy, you alright?’ And he said, ‘Will you run with me?’”

The kind marine found out that the 9-year-old boy was already having problems catching up with his group.

Sadly, he had fallen behind, and he didn’t know what to do.

Kerr came to his rescue.

Boden Fuchs was the little boy wanting a running partner, and Kerr stepped up. Even though it meant giving up first position in the race.

As a marine, Kerr has committed to helping the people in need, and the boy was one of them. He agreed to accompany the boy and even motivated him throughout the race.

There were many instances when Fuchs wanted to quit the race.

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