A Girl At A Crosswalk

You’re just passing through when you spot her. She’s at the edge of the crosswalk, in a wheelchair, staring down a curb that clearly wasn’t made with her in mind. There's a bag slipping off her lap, and she’s trying to fix it without asking for help. You hesitate. You don’t want to offend her. But then you step forward anyway. And just like that, you’re talking.