Many years ago a doctor asked me,
“Do you have a pair of sneakers?”
She had fully assessed my state of despair. In her professional opinion she could offer medications and therapy, both of which evidence strongly backed in their effectiveness. Both of which I’d given more than a fair shot over time.
We sat in silence for a moment.
I replied, “Yes. I do, but what do you think a stupid pair of sneakers is going to do to repair my splintered life?”
And this photo is from my morning walk with my newly adopted rescue dog, Red and my camera.
If you see her, please tell her it worked. Her name is Theresa.