Tuesday, July 10, 2018
I work out regularly at the local tennis and fitness center. I’ve been a member there for many years, and I love their Yoga Centre. One day last week, as I passed the front desk to flash my membership card at the small entry turnstile, I was slowed by the older woman in front of me. She walked with a cane and was slightly hobbled.
It was early morning, she was bundled up and her scarf covered dark vibrant hair. She was reaching for her membership card and keeping her balance and holding her cane all at the same time.
She looked up at me. Her eyes smiled yet her mouth grimaced just a bit, wrinkles at the edges of both. The flash of a slightly quizzical look moved across her face. Her lips trembled ever-so-slightly.
I noticed all this in an instant, and then she apologized to me, as if she had… read more