Her coach had helped her many times. She knew the height, depth and end of the steps. Three steps, 24 inches were stopping her from achieving her goal. Up the steps, across the porch and through the door a snack and a cool drink waited.
Her coach wasn’t there. She was on her own. She moved toward the stairs and lifted one leg up. She couldn’t do it. She backed away. She had tried and stumbled before. The fear and memory of pain flooded her mind. She called for her coach. He didn’t answer.
Why had she gone out on her own? Should she try the back door? She called her coach again. She knew he was in there. He had spoken to her before she snuck out. Why wasn’t he answering? Why didn’t he come when she called? Was he testing her? Was it part of his coaching? She called again and he still didn’t answer.
She went back to the steps. Three steps, 24 inches, it wasn’t far but it was a long way. She knew she could do it. Her coach had told her and guided her many times. So many times she couldn’t remember all of them. She stood by the steps fear holding her back. If she stumbled it would hurt, if she rushed she would bang into the steps and it would hurt. She called for her coach again. He didn’t answer.
She stood at the steps and looked up. In her mind she could hear her coach saying “You can do it. One step at a time. You can do it.” She felt his hands guiding her up the steps. She had done it before. She knew how. She could do it on her own. She didn’t need her coach. She went for it.
She went up the first step and hesitated. She got confident and went up the second step. The third step was easy.
She had done it. She had conquered the 3 steps, all 24 inches. Shelby could now get in and out of the house on her own.
Today was a good day for Shelby. She went in and out of the house on her own. It was the first time since she went blind.