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In my ballet class, there’s a beautiful woman named Betty who is almost 88. You would never, ever believe it to look at her. She is my inspiration. Betty still pirouettes and jumps and if there’s an exercise she can’t do, she’s off in the corner completing 50 sit-ups. I’m not exaggerating when I say, I can barely keep up with her. Both of us park about 1/3 mile from the studio (no meters) and walk to class from there, and if she happens to be ahead of me, I literally can’t catch her. Today, after class, Betty impatiently started to jaywalk across a busy street and I grabbed her arm. Now I’m thinking it was actually me saying, I love you.
Illustration by Ella Frances Sanders [1]