Monday, August 12, 2013

The right time.

Saturday I took my time to begin the twenty two mile distance from Madison to Versailles. I had been told there was nothing between the two towns except farmland. I was in no hurry to find it.
I rolled the world to the highway, had walked a few paces when a woman stopped to take a picture and thank me for what I was doing. She proceeded to tell me of the close family members, including herself, who were or had died from diabetes. I lost count after seven.
I told her that I was walking to spread a message for us all to get active to help control, prevent or reverse the effects of the disease. She said she had knee problems that prevented her from walking . I countered with descriptions of my injuries and a few tales of those I have met on my travels who have overcome their complaints. They pushed past the pains of inactivity with beneficial results. Weight loss, better mobility, sugar levels and circulation. The woman agreed that it hinges on personal responsibility. She told me of her mother who had bumped into a counter in her kitchen, resulting in a sore that would not heal. Through neglect and denial she was hospitalized. She was stabilized, sent home where she soon passed.
What could I do but give her a hug.
I thought to myself, after she drove away, that my late start was so I could see that woman.
One step at a time, one person at a time.


Anonymous said...

I met you and nice along US421 Saturday afternoon across from my in-laws house. Thanks for spending a few minutes. Have a safe journey wherever the road leads you!!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing my story and the encouragement. God bless you and keep you safe as you and Nice travel to you destination. :)