I was always so quick to deny help at the grocery store.

I don't need help, I thought.

I am capable of taking my own groceries out to my car.

But my entire outlook changed yesterday,

as something made me accept the help

of a nice older gentleman.

"Which way to your car," he asked.

Surprised at my own compliance, I replied

"This way."

I started walking out to the car briskly as I often do,

and turned around to realize he hadn't even left the store yet.

I went back inside to find him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but my legs aren't working well today.

I could tell you my sob story, but it's not necessary.

You'll have to forgive me for being slow."

"Are you sure you want to come outside all this way?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," he said.

"The day is beautiful and I am lucky I can still walk.

So if you can be patient with me, I would love to help you."

Sure, I thought.

Sure I will walk with you,

at your own pace.

In fact, take me with you at this pace.

Lead me into your slow stance with time.

Time really did stand still.

I thanked him for letting me walk with him 

and for teaching me more than he could know.

It was an exchange I will never forget.

Slow down and breathe more.

It reminded me of something Abraham Lincoln once said,

"I'm a slow walker, but I never walk back."

It's Monday, walk slowly and pay attention to this day 

instead of swiftly jumping to Friday.

~ L ~