It has been at least a couple of years since I met such a new person.
Someone so fragile, so tiny, and so quiet.
And I was there when this new person put clothing and socks on for the first time.
These small events seem very important. And I suppose they are.
They become elements in our development towards being a "human being" in "society".
I'm astounded to think of all of the things I did for the first time in my life. And how many of those things I've repeated. Day after day. Week after week. Month after...you get the picture.
What about things I've only done once and that was it?
Escargot. Yep, only ate that once.
Beef tartar. Same.
Rollerblading.
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