Nice (the dog) had healed enough to begin longer daily walks, then I suddenly couldn't walk at all. I have had back pain since I was a child, but never has it been so severe; where my muscles lock up, from my hip to my toes and my leg goes numb. My challenge is to find some positive to being a guy advocating walking who can not walk to the corner. If I keep with the "airy fairy, pixie dust" philosophy of "everything happens for a reason"; my inability, hopefully temporary, to walk any distance should be a welcome opportunity. Nice will have more time for his tendons and muscles to heal while I use this time to recover some feeling... Unbury years of feelings and reflect on my past, write on paper my perspective on how a schoolyard toy has changed my "world" for the better. Life has handed me a package I may not want to open. It seems there is no return delivery, this parcel I must accept.
For years I have been turning my back from the urgings of friends and family to write of where I have been and what I think I have learned. My doubt overrides encouragement. Unsure that my musings of a thousand vignettes will inspire anyone to take the first step after reading and go walking. That I can blend all the varied ingredients, make a soup that is palatable, even enjoyable and simmer it down to something good. That sharing my stumbles over stepping stones, seeing signs that I sometimes read, crossing bridges and great divides; will warrant anyone turning a page. I should not turn my back to a thousand voices and put into words how I came to love myself by walking.
They all can't be wrong.
I have taken the first steps, I need to keep the ball rolling, while I stay off my feet and keep moving forward.