Her walking sway caught my attention as my car approached, traveling from the opposite direction.
From across the way, I could see that she was special as she shambled along in her dark, full length coat while carrying a twisted-top, several layers thick plastic grocery bag in each hand.
After walking several feet, she’d put one down, exhausted but determined, and suddenly swing around to behind her.
It seemed she was looking for sign of help, and I felt drawn toward her as if she were important.
After I had passed and turned to the street leading to the gym,, I backtracked to find her again, pulling up and over to ask what ailed her.
She told me she needed to get to a town almost an hour away, and that she remembered the way from so many years before.
I asked if i could get her to a better location where she might find a ride that could take her.
She considered a moment, perplexed in her aged and regal wisdom.
“No, i need to stay on this road. Thanks for the thought,” she countered.
Worrying about her and the reasons for her flushed-from-cover journeying, I realized as I drove away that my offer restored her dignity by giving her the option to reject it.
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