The other day I was bringing back my and my neighbor’s empty garbage cans from outside the house. My neighbor’s garbage can is pretty heavy and I was taking it up stairs. Stairs + carrying things = bad combo. So I was struggling a little bit and my other neighbor, a big strong man, was outside smoking a cigarette and asked me if I needed any help. Now I’m sure he thought that I was struggling because I’m a weak little woman. But the truth is as you all know I had a stroke a few years back and I struggle with a lot of things. But my struggles are MUCH, MUCH, MUCH less than they used to be.