Morning Run... #2

Another morning run. It was 7am or so, maybe before 8am.

Walking back home, there was an old man with a stack of cardboard boxes. On top of that was a trash bag full of empty aluminium cans. The cans fell over from the stack of cardboards, both of which added up to his height. I thought of going over to help him out, but he picked the trash bag up while holding onto the stack of cardboard all by himself.

Walked a bit further down, and there was this handicapped middle-aged man on the road. He wasn't in a car but was in a wheelchair. He only had one arm and one leg, and he was kicking himself forward, rolling forward in his wheelchair alongside the double yellow lines. I thought of going over to help him out, but he seemed to be managing well.

Walking yet a bit further down, I saw this old man on a old 70's bicycle. He was cycling along a jogging path, and the path was slightly upslope, maybe 5' or so. He was clenching his teeth gums, and trying very hard to cycle up the gentle slope. I thought of going over to help him out, but he seemed to be managing well.

I watched him reach the top of the slope, tired and breathless, as he started to use his legs to push himself on his bicycle forward.

All of this happened within a span of 30 minutes.