Slowly but Surely
Slowly but Surely "Slowly but surely you'll get there," said an elderly man in a wheelchair waiting in a doorway. I wondered how he had gotten there because no one seemed to be around to help him. Maybe he had come out of his apartment just to see who passed by. I had the sensation he spent his time people watching. His comment wasn't directed at me, although I stopped pedalling so hard because I thought it would be rude to whiz by him. Another elderly man who must have been his friend waved to him. He was an older gentleman as well, and was stubbornly limping along. There was no pain in his face, however–it was just his inconsistent gait that gave it away. "There's no hurry," the first gentleman added. And he was right. There was no hurry, although I felt like I needed to be in one to pedal home faster. And I thought, Would five or ten minutes really make a difference? The answer was no. Hurry exists inside of us. Sometimes others want us to feel it,...