I have come to love my cane.
Now that I am past 80 years young, I have a cane and a walker and I bless both of them.
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When I am sitting down and have great grandchildren around, they take my cane and it becomes transformed to a horse or to a magic wand, and that gives me added pleasure, or should I say nachas, watching them play.
I used to sit and remember, with nostalgia, the days when I didn’t need a cane, but then I stop and count my many blessings, and the cane is actually one of them.
So long live the cane and I pray to also be around to continue to use it.
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