A flight of stairs. It should have been as simple thing. But for me that flight of stairs seemed to tower before me like Mount Everest. I gripped the handrail wishing that I could just run up the stairs like I used to. But that, if it would ever be possible again, was still a while away from me. For now...I took a breath and lifted up my foot, tightening my grip on the railing as I worked to keep my balance. One step at a time. One. Stupid. Step. At. A. Time. I would do this, and I would do it faster and faster until I could run up these steps I struggled with now.
-Inspiration from off the top of my head.
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