Grit

Feeling fortunate to be free of most physical limitations ...I offered to clean a welfare's mother's dishes...I nervously entered her apartment...she assured me that she had soap and no bugs...

I washed a portion of her dishes...my hands shook as they glided the sponge across the plates and in the glasses...

I ask myself if  it was a fear  of being like her....nurturing grit could be the answer for prevention