When I was little, like the rest of us, I knew I had to hang on to people and things as I wobbled uncertainly through the world.
Later, I imagined that I was strong, independent, capable of making it on my own without help.
Now I know that proud self-sufficiency is a delusion, one which only leads to poverty.
Part of the richness of life is being in a community, where limp meets lean, where weakness touches strength, where a rope or a branch or a crutch are offered by fellow travelers.
Like you, I have a long way to go. And I’m glad for the company along the way…
