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Once in a while someone comes along while you're walking on the street and offers you their hand. All they want is to walk along with you, join your journey, and share with you their own path. They want to make sure you don't fall from the small bumps on the sidewalk. If they're patient they leave it out there, letting you choose, letting you debate.

Some people refuse this offer as soon as it comes. They immediately pace up their steps and disappear in the crowd. Others, quite as swiftly, take the hand, grab and hold it tight. Those are the ones that are afraid of crossing the street on their own, some might say they're afraid of doing anything without that spread out palm.

And me? I rather wait a moment, walk a little bit with you and your open hand, trying to see if you like the streets I'm walking. Wether or not your hand has the right warmness that I was looking for. Not that I was looking for anything, I was just walking on my way. And I'm always on my way to somewhere.

So I let you walk beside me, breathe the same air for a while. And when I decided, I grabbed your hand with confidence, taking you into my path. And it made us both smile.

Once in a while someone comes along while you're walking on the street and offers you their hand. I hope our walk together will be wonderful.