I have never had to re teach myself riding a bike, but I was re taught how to walk by a very skilled and insightful physical therapist.
And now that I know how to walk again, it’s as if I never didn’t walk.
Except the memory of the past few weeks hangs fresh like some freaky nightmare right now.
I expect it will fade.
But the joy I felt when I took, at age 51, those new first steps, the happiness I feel because I don’t ever want to sit down or lie down or turn down any invitation to go for a walk again.
That’s something I hope I’ll remember. Here’s a video just in case.