There is a Beauty…

There is a beauty to this life moments that lodge in your throat — make you swallow hard.

I was at the neurologist having staples pulled and never mind that I was scared even though I’d stood down gangs and predators in prison, survived a divorce and escaped foster hell.

And never mind that Keisha was an angel with tweezers and humor and removed the pseudo-zipper from my back in a flash.

Flash forward to check out and followup and a woman beside me, her son in a wheelchair behind her and clutching a sippy cup in his thirty-year-old hand while his head moved to music that only he could hear.

Never mind that mum was five feet two and a hundred pounds and her child was a foot more and double her weight. And never mind that he swung that cup and sang the tunes that he heard.

When I said “good morning” She smiled the Northern Lights and never mind that her son would never run and play catch and never mind that my wounds were but a scratch to all she carried.

She smiled.

There is indeed a beauty to this life moments that lodge in your throat — make you swallow hard.

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