Writing what I live and see
Stepping closer to the rail to climb over it, the man held out his gloved hand to help me. I know to some, I’m older (I am) and may appear less stable on my feet than the younger crowd. But I’ve been a stumble-footed gal all my life, so I’ve needed ongoing help with my walk balance and standing. I guess I’m a wobble-bodied person.
So I clasped my fingers with the man, who help...