Some people live, and some just wait. My lonely old neighbor, Vincent, was the latter kind. He would sit in his wheelchair every day, staring at the road like he was waiting for something that never came. He never smiled or spoke more than a word… until the moment our worlds collided.

Do you ever sit in your car after dropping the kids off at school and just… stare? Like the weight of everything — bills, laundry, dinner, and life — is sitting right there on your chest, daring you to do something about it?

I had one of those moments one morning. I was just sitting, gripping the steering wheel, wondering, “What’s the point of anything when you feel like you’re just… surviving?”
I had one of those moments one morning. I was just sitting, gripping the steering wheel, wondering, “What’s the point of anything when you feel like you’re just… surviving?”

I had one of those moments one morning. I was just sitting, gripping the steering wheel, wondering, “What’s the point of anything when you feel like you’re just… surviving?”

A woman sitting in a car and lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

I shook it off. Because that’s what moms do. We shake it off, push through, and keep moving.