The day before Christmas Eve, I saw a lady the lady in the wheelchair.

I was packing up my car to go home. She stopped me in my tracks.

From across the building she was waving at me. This struck me.

No one in my building smiles when you pass them.

I do not know her. She does not know me.

Why was she waving at me? Why was she smiling?

She is bound to a chair.

I figure if this felt so profound. I should probably ask myself why.

Why is the lady in the chair so happy? What does it say about me that I would question why the lady in the chair is so happy?

Why am I not as happy as the lady in the chair?

What is stopping me from being as happy as the lady in the chair.

I do not know her name. She might have changed my life.