I saw a man walking on a county road yesterday. He was wearing a yellow cap, using a walking stick. The birds have returned. The daffodils are nodding in the cool, spring breeze. The trees are about to open into bud and there he was; a man on a backcountry road pausing to peer down into a stream on a spring morning.
To show my regard for walking people I slowed my car and gave him lots of room. He waved a thank you back my way without looking away from the stream.
I’m suffering from an attack of gout and for the last two weeks walking across the room has been a painful ordeal. The sight of the walking man moved me to tears.
By God’s grace in a few weeks I will be able to walk again. I will be the walking man and I will savor every single blessed step.
