During my morning commute through Chinatown, I saw a crippled elderly man, walking with a cane and deformed foot. In my younger days, I’d turn my eyes away because of the surging unease but today, I celebrate the mobility and imagined gratitude this man might have received what he prayed for: The ability to walk. My point of reference is of imagined fear that he might have when faced with being invalid, bound to a chair and others for his decency.  What I might not want in my life could be the answer to someone else’s prayers.