316.I feel like I'm always running around.And life,in its gentle ways,tries to (1)
me down.To stop,look,and listen to the(2)
that surrounds us every day. As I(3)
down the street,late for a meeting again,I (4)
myself behind a woman in a(5)
going at a pretty normal pace.Not wanting to rush past her in a hurry on a crowded street,I slowed down and stayed (6)
her. When we (7)
at the signal light,I noticed that on the other side of the crosswalk was another woman around the same age—also in a wheelchair. Something really simple,yet deeply beautiful (8)
as they crossed one anojye.air.The face of the woman coming towards us changed,from(9)
,worn-out,and blossomed into a huge honest (10)
.Then I looked to the side at the woman next to me,they both(11)
eyes for a minute and smiled wide. In just that brief(12)
of passing each other,they(13)
so much.It reminded me of a nod that two players from the same team might give one another(14)
they pass the ball,or mothers with small babies in recognition of one another.It's this deep(15)
that, "I get you." We are(16)
through something.I see our similarities and I(17)
them. Now,of course if either of them had(18)
,they would have noticed a third woman smiling(19)
on seeing their interaction.It completely made my day to(20)
this small,beautiful gesture of truly "seeing" one another.