Last week as I stood in line at the pharmacy counter to pick up my medicines, a hero walked by.
She arrived at the end of the aisle near where I stood. Before turning the corner, she squared her shoulders, pulled up her head and looked to see if anyone was in her path. It must have taken tremendous effort. Yet instead of appearing irritated with the challenges of shopping, or the able- bodied people in the pharmacy line who watched her, she smiled. A lovely, gracious smile framed in a flattering shade of lipstick. She seemed so happy to see us and nodded in acknowledgement as she walked by; her own personal receiving line.
As she pushed her cart down the next aisle, I was grateful to have just enough pain to know a hero when I see one.