As an able bodied person, since July 20, 1969, I have taken many steps in my life. If we take the 10,000 steps that we are supposed to walk each day as a goal, I figure I have walked about 178,500,000 steps since that day. Given that each step is about .6 metres or so (give or take) I have walked just over 107,000 kilometres or just over a quarter of the way to the moon (one way). Amazing. Some of those steps have been momentous. Steps like walking to meet our son Anthony for the first time. Steps like walking around magnificent monuments like the Eiffel Tower and Big Ben. Steps when I have protested the treatment of refugees or marched for peace. Other steps were done just to get me from point A to B. Walking to the store, walking to the bus stop or the train. Some steps I have done with joy in my heart. Others have filled me with dread. Some steps are memorable. Some have been forgotten. Yet one step leads to another.