A Hand . . .
I was walking down an old cobblestone street one day and noticed a guy sitting down, leaning against a wall. He kept trying to get up but couldn’t. He tried a few times as I watched.
I went over to him and put my hand out for him to take. He looked up at me, unsure at first, then took my hand. I pulled him up. He brushed himself off with his free hand and smiled at me. I smiled back, and released the grip I had of his hand. He didn’t release. He held tight.
“You’re standing now, let go of my hand.” I said.
He looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes, then looked around and realized, yes he was indeed standing now. He let go of my hand and just stood silently, smiling.
I smiled back and started to walk on, first stopping to say, “It’s ok, you can walk now. Just take one step at a time.”