Running across the street.

A few days ago something beautiful happened. I was in a hurry on my way to work, as usual when EVERYTHING STOPPED. I was a few cars back from the crosswalk at a stoplight, patiently waiting for the light to turn green. It finally changed, but nobody was moving. A little irritated, my hand moved for the horn but I stopped when I realized what was happening. The sun was shining bright as a man had begun the journey that was the crosswalk. Dignity was granted as he was allowed step by painstaking step through the crosswalk without anyone impatiently swerving around him. A cane in each hand and groceries dangling in plastic bags he slowly made his way across the street. I'm sure to him, this was running. Moving as fast as he possibly could. For everyone else, this was patience. And, it was graciously granted to the man in the crosswalk. Human dignity lived for a moment and it was beautiful. The signal changed twice, but for a moment an old man was young again, running across the street.