Bryan Kett

And if that wasn't enough, when the door opened, there was a sudden shift in weight, and to maintain my grip, I lurched forward, and when I did so, my back went out.

And as these pains are shooting down my spine and into my leg, I think, yeah, okay, this is it.

This is how I die.

Middle of the street.

I just wanted to go for a walk.

So we set the fridge down, my shirt is soaked through with sweat, and then out of nowhere this woman appeared, I think it was her fridge, I don't know, and she starts yelling at the two guys, they start giving it right back to her, and all I can do is just hobble off to the side of the road and sit down on the curb, and I felt terrible.

Not just because of my back, but because this, like everything else I had been trying lately, was a total failure.

And I must have seemed pretty upset because the woman saw me, and then she gave the guys a look that said, why does this guy care so much about my fridge?

And so...

The three of them are sitting there and they're talking with one another and I just sat on the curb just reflecting on the futility of life.

And I was sitting there doing that until she came over and she put her hand on my shoulder and she said, thank you for trying.

It means a lot.

And while her words didn't fix my back...

Or the fridge that I probably broke.

They really did make a difference because she was right, right?

Trying is a victory in and of itself, regardless of outcome.

Because some days, yeah, you might not get the fridge in the back of the station wagon.

And some days you might throw out your back in the middle of rush hour.

But if you keep trying, there might just be a day where it all works out.

And so I hobbled home.