Today, I am a night owl, so I seek my Pinot Grigio during the early hours, so I can be ready for the night shift. The local corner store where I am on a first name basis due to my liking of Hispanic rice ad beans and wine was booming today. I had to create my own parking space. The customer service is excellent and it is convenient to be able to receive great food, your hair cut, and do some laundry all in the same area. As I walked toward the store I saw an elderly lady holding on to the building wall’s trying to balance her stance. I smiled and asked her how far she had to go. “Just to this white car.” Thankfully, she had gotten one of the spots in front of the store. I held her arm in mine and gently guided her. “I can’t go too fast, now, she said suddenly stopping,”My legs are bad.” she said. I walked slower and said, “It’s okay ma’am. I have two good legs, and I can help you.” She chuckled and said, “I can manage from here,” as she placed her hand on her white car. I often complain about pain that is really bearable, and my encounter today with this woman made me realize that I do complain too much. I s always say that my legs hurt due to my double=jpbbed life, but I realized more today that I am cool. I need to push through.