Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Ordered steps

Growing up, I learned a lot about ordering my steps, especially since mine tended to leave me face planting on various surfaces, From sidewalks to the sandy schoolyard playgrounds, I could always find my way down. Fortunately, I was blessed with a healthy stubborn streak and a father who wouldn’t allow me to falter without finding my way back to my feet. Over time, I became more skilled at navigating life with half my body choosing to be less than productive or cooperative. Nevertheless, learning to pay attention to my steps has been a lifelong journey. On many occasions, my steps led me to places and situations that seemed destructive or wasted. The teen years found me battling temptat