"Mom, are you okay? Will you be alright?"
"Honey, let's just walk a little. Don't worry too much."
"Mother, if you feel tired, please come back right away."
"Grandma, fighting!"
On the day I set out to walk, an unexpected crowd of supporters gathered in front of the front door. I had only once said, 'I want to take a walk.' I smiled a little awkwardly, but in truth, I felt sorry, grateful, and at the same time, a mixture of fear.
One, two, three. I struggled down a few steps. Though I entrusted my arms to my husband, I walked. I took the first step by myself.
A child learning to take their first steps must fall countless times. When they fall, they get up and try again. They focus everything on taking just one step. For that miraculous 'movement, motion.'
For months, I had lived lying in bed, struggling and tossing with a body that trembled uncontrollably. Now, I wanted to break free from that life. Like a child who does not cry when falling, I started walking again with pure passion.
The summer from June to August 2019 was a long time of pain. It was still very difficult until September, and even when a caregiver came in October, I still could not do anything alone. But thankfully, thanks to my still strong legs, I was able to start walking around the apartment complex.
At first, just a few steps, then a few meters, a little more, a little more... Gradually increasing the distance, I walked beyond the apartment complex, along the Metasequoia path for hundreds of meters, and followed the Banpo Stream path.
The Metasequoia path is right next to the fence of the apartment where I live. It is a straight path lined on both sides with tall, straight trees. It was not far from home and the total distance was short, making it perfect for me who found it hard to walk long.
Giant Metasequoias lined the path, with maple and other trees scattered here and there, and large and small grasses and flowers beneath them. Especially in summer, the dark green Liriope bloomed in clusters like neighborhood kids running around energetically. In autumn, the Metasequoias turned reddish-brown, creating a somewhat exotic landscape. This fiery path caught the eye even from afar.
- Sim Younghee, <Crossing the Field of the Heart, Making a Path and Walking>, Joongmin Publishing, 15,800 KRW
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