One Foot

Going back to the start

My grandparents live in Santa Barbara in a small community for older folks.

My grandpa had been doing physical therapy to get back on his feet.

I watched him practice crossing the living room without his walker.

Slow.
Purposeful.
Every step deliberate.

When he made it across, I told him great job.

He said,
“Yeah. One foot. Then the other.
Don’t know what I was doing before.”

He laughed.
I laughed.

Then it hit me.
Some journeys take balance.
Others require a leap of faith.

Start with
one foot,
then the other.

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