Oh what joy. What absolute freaking-me-out joy. I have no story like this, not even. I'm not sure I'd even want one like it. Have I ever had a near miss? Only as an infant, when I was ill and almost died, when my granny saved me. And maybe more than once come to think of it, having been pulled up from the water myself when I was not yet two years old. But that milk of human kindness? Yes. Yes, of course. I'd say that whenever I've needed people, they show up, in the ways that people just keep showing up for each other. They explain things to me that need explaining. They open windows and sometimes push me through. My husband. He has pushed me through many windows. My teachers. The livelong daylights of the books of my world. And the man who stopped his truck and gave me, my friend, and my brother a ride back to camp after we hiked up the ridge and drank from a little spring almost choking with white flowers.