So I am walking on my street and I see an old lady with a walker crossing West End Avenue. The traffic light is turning from green to red, and she is right in the middle of the road. The wind blows and you can see how it rips into her small body while she is holding on to her walker. She has these really big glasses, but I don't think she can see much. As I help her to get to the other side, we chat and I find out that it is her first time out after the hip replacement surgery. She is on the way to McDonald's. She is in excellent spirits. In fact, she is thrilled.
Now I am done with my errands and on my way home. The lady is still stubbornly pushing her walker -- she is a bit more than halfway through the block where I left her off...
I set goals. I am in action. I question myself daily, annually and throughout my life whether I have accomplished enough. I use comparison to others to judge myself... or them. But what's really an accomplishment? What's enough?
And all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs -- Good for you, old lady! You are a rock star! -- for getting yourself dressed and out of the apartment, walking against wind and traffic. Keep pushing that walker!
Thank you, old lady, for letting me see how differently a definition of an accomplishment is written for each of us. Thank you for allowing me to appreciate the efforts people around me make to live their lives and push their walkers; how those efforts vary in size and scope; how they are not always seen and, if seen, not always noticed and, if noticed, not always acknowledged.
And what are you pushing?
p.s. Unfortunately I didn't take a photo of the original lady, but the one here is one of the local troopers.
From ART BEAUTY LIFE blog.
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