Today at the beach, I saw something that made me glad and grateful and pretty right with the world.
A young woman, her husband, their little boy, who was maybe three or four years old, and their little white dog on a leash were heading to the shore. To get there, they had to walk through a couple hundred yards of soft sand. As we walked behind them, I wondered if the woman would be able to manage walking in the sand because she had a very visible disability, was able to walk but slowly and very deliberately, and used a cane to stay steady.
As we passed them, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she’d fallen in the sand. Her husband was holding her hand as she tried to stand again. Having watched her walk, it seemed unlikely that she would have the strength to…
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