That sip held the same kind of steadiness I used to feel right before a high pressure briefing back when I worked in the bureau, before the accident that took the mobility from my legs and gave me a new version of myself to live with.
Outside the windows, the harbor was silver and quiet, the boats rocking gently as if they did not care that my life was breaking open.
You know, I always wonder what people are doing when they listen to stories like mine. Maybe you are driving to work or folding laundry or sitting with your own cup of coffee as the sun comes up.
For me, on the morning this happened, I was sitting in my wheelchair near the open blinds, feeling the chill from the glass doors and trying to understand how my own sister could show up with a moving truck before dawn.
If you want to share where you are listening from, feel free to leave a comment. I always love hearing how these moments connect strangers in unexpected ways.
