Today, I left work. I'd washed my uniform, I'd made people laugh, I'd talked and moved and swayed and not even a little bit of anger in my heart today.
Oh, my Miracle. My... miracle.
so I left. I was walking. My arms were bare. It was cold.
And I was at a cross walk, and there was a truck. I waited. Turning on that corner is a bitch.
The driver waved me across, shaking her head at my broad grin and moving shoulders---and I ran.
No, really.
I ran. I moved my legs, I moved my body crazy ways, I lifted my legs and ran and ran and ran. Vet? Keep running. Brush by someone walking with a grocery bag who eyes me crazily? Keep going. Culvers? Keep running. Grocery store? Your frozen section can't stop me.
I stop at the stop sign, gasping for air, look up at the sky and thank God to be alive.
I'm myself again.
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