Yesterday evening when I took a rest on a short bench after walking along Dahu Park for an hour, a SUV was parking at the road side just several steps away from where I was sitting.  Then an old man and his families got down from the vehicle, discussing something.  Less than a minute or so, they decided to start walking toward my direction, and the old man trudged with a cane on his hand, being closely followed by his daughter or daughter-in-law.  But just having walked several steps, he could not sustain himself any more and nearly tumbled into the bench beside me.  His daughter or daughter-in-law hastened to apologize to me. ( You know, the bench is too small to comfortably contain two adults in it, except a couple of lovebirds.) 

I could not stand up and walk away instantly, because that would be an impolite gesture.  After a minute or two, the woman heip the still panting old man stand up again.  Before they left, I asked her how old is he.  "Nineties".  No wonder.  They returned to the SUV and drove away.  Apparently, the family gave up the idea of visiting the lake.  So sentimental.   

The encounter quickly brought me back to the scene of the video talk with my daugter and two granddaughters that morning.  (Acutally, almost every morning my wife and I would talk to them online.)   In the video, I saw my second granddaughter, who is now 14 months old, toddled five or six steps before she fell on the floor and started to crawl again.  So cute, so sweet. 

Well, from womb to tomb, do we have to "stumble" sometime, somehow?