I'm sitting in the doctor's waiting room when an elderly, clearly handicapped man drops a wrapped toothpick on the floor.
"I'll get it!" I scream as he totters back and forth honing in on that tiny sliver.
He clearly does not want help and I watch hypnotized as his body weaves and wobbles slowly, very slowly, getting closer and closer to his goal.
What do ya say?
Is this a lesson in persistence and patience, or what?