I had a great experience the other day: My family and I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, from Brooklyn to Manhattan. It was pure serendipity: We had been visiting some historical sites in Brooklyn and got a collective wild hair to follow the signs to the bridge. Once we got going, we couldn’t stop! It was a glorious, sunny summer day, and the views of New York City from that bridge – a National Historic Landmark – were amazing.
As I do on so many occasions, I paused several times as I traversed the bridge to acknowledge my gratitude that I am able to do things like walk across big bridges, despite my having multiple sclerosis. I am not one to take much for granted, and I especially don’t take for granted the ongoing use of my arms and legs.