But when I talk to the friends who emerged with me from a time we might like to forget, I realize that, while we learned about standing on our own two feet, we also learned about standing together, on four or six or eight feet. We learned about asking for help, and about accepting help. We learned about being strong, but also about admitting we weren't always so strong.
So today, with those days behind me, at least for the moment, I am grateful for what came out of them--my ability to stand up, and people to stand with me. Because we may be able to learn to stand on our own two feet, but it feels much better when we are standing with friends, on our own four or six.