I'm a Walker
I’m a Walker
If you see me walking with hat on my head and sunglasses across my face, give me a smile and a wave. I won’t recognize you in your car across the road, but I will appreciate the sentiment. I am usually watching my step rather than looking for people who might pass by, but you can always tell me you saw me walking, as my friends sometimes do.
Occasionally I ride in the car with a friend, but more often I walk. I don’t ride a bike. Once I got on a 2-wheeled contraption, and with no balance, I quickly fell off. No more bikes for me. I used to drive a car until I realized I was hearing cars pass by me without seeing them. You can thank me for being a walker, a mode of transportation more dangerous for me than for you.
With your big steel vehicle, you can move with unbelievable speed. When I occasionally see one of these bulky beasts wait for me rather than almost running me over in their attempt to race to their next destination, I give a nice smile of appreciation.
You may find yourself walking for pleasure, taking your dog out, or loosening up a new pair of shoes, but if you normally drive, I consider you a fellow traveler rather than a walker, but you can walk with me anytime.

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