✏️Precerpt from Grandma's Ninja Training Diary: The Day I Confused a 40-Year-Old Man
I was hauling two garbage cans up my steep driveway — one in each hand, as I always do — when my son's caregiver's older brother spotted me. He’s around forty, healthy enough, and standing there with nothing in his hands. He turned to his sister and scolded her. “Why aren’t you helping that old lady?” She didn’t miss a beat. “You don’t understand.” And she was right. He didn’t. He didn’t understand that I wasn’t struggling. He didn’t understand that I wasn’t out of breath. He didn’t understand that this is simply how I move through the world. He saw an older woman doing something he couldn’t do without struggling and assumed I must be suffering. His mother, however, asked the real question: “Why did you just watch and not help?” That’s the moment that stuck with me. People project their own limitations onto others. People assume age equals fragility. People assume strength looks like youth and gym clothes. But sometimes strength looks like a grandmother hauling two garbage ca...