This morning, he drove to a park near his house. Using his cane, he walked slowly to a trail at the edge of some woods and gingerly made his way into the trees. He felt so comfortable there, so very grateful to be alive.
Growing up, there were deep woods near his house. He would ride his bike there. He would find a sturdy branch to use as a walking stick, plunge into the woods and explore for hours, balancing himself on fallen trees, listening to birds, wading through creeks. He felt so comfortable there, so grateful to be alive.
This morning, he drove to a park near his house. Using his cane, he walked slowly to a trail at the edge of some woods and gingerly made his way into the trees. He felt so comfortable there, so very grateful to be alive. Comments are closed.
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