Everyday when I leave for work, I take the same road out of my neighborhood and close to every morning I see these two women walking. When I first saw them, one was using a walker. Taking small steps, her and the other woman would barely make it to the corner (maybe two or three houses down) near thier house before they would turn around and go back. They always moved slowly with the one woman supporting the other who used the walker. Today though, I saw these two women. They had crossed the street at the corner and the one that had been using the walked was now steadying herself on a cane. There was something in that progress, such a simple and pure feeling of happiness. I felt so happy for that woman. That she was going to be ok and that she was making it. Little things like that sometimes seem like the biggest- they keep me thinking for a long time.