He pushes his wheeled walker a few inches out in front of him his shuffling feet slowly catching up. As I sit there watching he advances a foot or so further from his home. I wonder if he gets tired will he able to shuffle back home? Would anybody come to his aid? I think to go help him and then I remember I can hardly help myself. Perhaps if I tried as hard as Mr. Smith is trying? He is the little Choo Choo Train. "I think I can. I think I can."
Mr. Smith was a grade school teacher long ago. He was a gruff sort of man, but kind and always willing to help his little charges. That was a good 63 years or so ago. I am seventy years old.
I bet Mr. Smith is at least ninety years old maybe more.
That is what I was thinking while sitting there watching. Never give up. Never give up.
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