So, it's really icy here today and as I was walking into school, someone on the administrative team was walking in the building and she nearly slipped. We're not close, but I saw her, then suggested that perhaps walking in the snow would be safer than the pavement. She agreed. I reached out my hand to help her get from the slick concrete to the stickier snow, and she took it, then tucked my arm under hers, said "We'll make it in together," and held my hand up to the door. We smiled, we laughed about our frailties, and we made it to the building safely. It just reminded me how reaching out feels like the most natural thing in the world, yet since I've become an adult, I often don't. But today, I'm glad I (literally) did.