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Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light. (Albert Schweitzer)

My first physical therapy appointment has brought hope. I learn a few spasm-charming tools.

Later that day I occasionally hum along with the music during exercise class. My balance isn’t bad for a senior citizen. I can stand on one foot without needing to hold onto anything—not with the finesse of a mime or the grace of a ballet dancer, but miracles have their limitations.

No divine magic wand has struck the world and made everything well with the earth either. That does not mean I need to dwell on ugliness every second of the day. I have decided to act, speak, give, join groups that foster change, never with an attitude of hate.

Why is a pipeline more important than the law, or the rights of ordinary people? I believe the differences in race, religion, and ethnic origin add richness to our country and world. Responding with venom to those who can’t understand only creates more venom. Many organizations exist to help. With support. I pray help arrives in time.

In the meantime, I try to live today and find people who envision the light capable of uncovering both corruption and greed as well as the power of the people.

I speak to an upbeat, sunshine-minded woman after exercise class. She asks about my granddaughter, Ella. The woman comments on the sweetness of Ella’s double-jointed antics in front of the mirror, the last time Jay and I brought her to the Y. I answer with recent stories.

The woman tells me about her niece born weighing little more than a pound. The doctor and staff told the girl’s mother they didn’t expect the baby to make it—not with the number of complications she faced. The little girl just celebrated her second birthday.

This lovely woman and I hug. I feel as if I have been given a power boost, to face the next challenge, whether it be physical, in my immediate circle, or in the world.

Perhaps the next time I see my comrade I will find the words, time, and space to tell her she brought light to a blown-out flame.

Peace upon all, whether we agree on the best way to run-the-world or not.

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