|And if shopping weren't lure enough,|
there were free café drinks for all
Mile 215 was LONGER than I thought.
|Stopping for rest (and fun)|
on the way back
|(Nostalgia: It's my old bike|
|Mom in the Phoenixville lights|
|Rocco and Susan -- is this|
really December in Philly?
A quick mile rolled by with the lunch trays as I spent my first day volunteering in the rehab hospital’s dining room. One remarkable patient was learning to walk with her brand new C-Leg. But what she wore on her wrist surprised me most – a little green bracelet with the words A THOUSAND MILES! -- passed on to her by those amazing surgeons we shared!
She told me how much she'd enjoyed this blog, and yet, at that moment, it was her smile, her encouragement, and her vigor that inspired me!
See, I knew what she was facing. And I knew it loomed BIGGER and SCARIER than what either of us had ever bargained for. In the midst of my own pain and worry that I might not make it through my volunteer shift, her courage made me BRAVER.
After all, it's only been a year since I sat at that very table.
When 6 blocks feel like 6 MILES, it’s easy to forget how far you've come.
I work HARDER and get STRONGER, but some days even that does not make walking EASIER.