Yesterday (May 4) I saw a young man walking most inelegantly in the Botanics Gardens.
In each of his hand was a walking aid which wobbled with each step he took. Two persons were holding to the straps attached to a girdle around his waist to keep him from falling over.
He was probably in post-surgery mode or suffering from something. His walk didn’t look easy or comfortable. But boy, could he smile!
He didn’t care who was looking at his struggle or how ungainly he looked to others. With each clumsy step he took, he was radiating joy.
One of the members in his entourage must have noticed my awestruck state and smiled warmly back at me when our eyes met.
He was a vision. I’ve rarely seen a beautiful smile like his on many intact, clean limbed & youthful bodies.
Is this what it means to rise above all circumstances?