I feel like I'm always running around. Life, in its gentle way, (try) to slow me down to stop, look at, and listen to the beauty which surrounds me every day.
Several days ago, as I rushed down the street, I found myself behind a woman in a wheelchair. Not (intend) to rush past her on a crowded street, I slowed down and stayed behind her. When we stopped at the traffic lights, I noticedon the other side of the crosswalk (be) another woman around the same age—also in a wheelchair. Something simple yet (beauty) happened as they crossed each other. The woman coming towards us was wearing a broad smile. Then I stared the woman who was next to me. They both locked eyes for a minute smiled widely. Just in that brief moment of passing each other, they exchanged so much. Deeply moved, I thought of the scene mothers held small babies in recognition of one another. If either of them had looked up, they would have noticed a third woman smiling broadly on(see) their communication. It (entire) made my day witness this small beautiful gesture of truly "seeing" each other.
