While walking in the park one day, I was taking in the beautiful lake, blooming flowers, and just enjoying the oversized wide path that I could walk on but on which people could also jog, run their dogs or ride their bikes. 

As I was coming down a hill, I saw an older woman coming toward me, pushing a stroller with two toddlers in it. “We’re coming to a hill,” the presumable grandmother said to the children, “so you’ll have to help me — are you ready?” 

I wondered how those little toddlers would be of any assistance, but as I passed them, I heard them earnestly repeating: “I think I can, I think I can…” 

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