There is a little man that walks up and down the street where I work. For the two years we have been in this office space, I have seen this little man almost every day. He has a very distinctive gait. He steps confidently, purposefully, almost a stomp with his right foot and then he shuffles and drags his left foot even with his right. It is slow, yet proficient, process and he walks the entire block from beginning to end without looking up or smiling. As of late, he has added a cane for assistance. He leans heavily on that cane now as he drags his left foot into place.
I often watch this man, impressed by his diligence. I am curious about his story. How did this awkward pattern come to be? Was he injured? Did he have a stroke? Has he been like this his whole life?
I learn from this man. His process looks time-consuming and uncomfortable. It looks like it requires great patience. And, with all that, he keeps on going.
There is something to be said for that, indeed.
