Friday, December 20, 2013
I thought about an anecdotal lede, but that would not have made sense, all I did was walk. And, I was too young to remember anything anyway.
I put my best foot forward, literally, for the first time Christmas Day 1993.
Since then, my feet have touched the blankets on a hospital bed when I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in 2nd grade.
And they walked with me in middle school, as a 6th grader with a push button Nokia cell phone. I trekked up steps in high school to my Journalism-1 class (only the teachers had elevator access).
Flip-flops wiggled between my feet signaled comfort on multiple international vacations. Water parks, beaches and everyday Miami too.
Then, I upgraded to dress shoes. Interviews and elevators. All kinds of coverage in all kinds of places: New York, Phoenix and New Orleans, to name a few.
I walk quite a bit today. When it's convenient (or this isn't an elevator or moving walkway close by) of course.
I would imagine I kept walking after taking my first steps two decades ago Christmas Day. I moved forward, free from the limitation of crawling.
And, not much has changed. I still walk without limits.