Afternoon comes with the realization and reminder that "those who are with us are more than those against us." I chose the road that less I travel by and a small, old woman turned around to look at me and ask if I might help her up the hill. I bent down, wrapped my arm beneath and under hers and she, her bad hip and I made it up that daunting incline. She began to cry at one point after A had called to make sure I was not crying and we stopped talking about that surgery and painful recovery. Asunción. I am twice her size but still humbled by being made to go slowly. An offering of a kiss, two, a cradling of my face and a blessing of my life and smile.
