Sometimes I'll look down at my feet and wonder how far they've traveled. I wonder if they could record all the amazing things and places I've seen, participated in, and just watched... what our feet would say if they could talk?
My feet have traveled around the country from New York, Florida, Michigan, Illinois, Hawaii, California, Oregon, Utah, Washington, and beyond. Once my feet took me to Uruguay where I explored Punta del Este, Montevideo, and Colonia del Sacramento. My feet walked all over that country with one pair of shoes and only the eyes in my head to direct me to the next adventure.
My feet have been in the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean... not at the same time. They've climbed a mountain, traversed rivers and streams, swam a mile with the help of my arms for a boy scout merit badge, and even carried me to the top of Angels Landing at Zion National Park.
My feet have taken me on stage to perform plays, sat beneath me when I played in different symphony orchestra's and even guided me to victory when I played baseball and football. Through all of this my feet rarely were hurt. They withstood mighty tests of endurance and even courage when they jumped onto rock ledges allowing me to balance and adjust without plummeting hundreds of feet.
My feet have carried me down the isle of marriage, to the room where my baby was born, and they've even traveled towards that long corridor of life watching those I loved and cared about depart towards the heavens.
I can honestly say that of all my body parts it is my feet that I hold dear to my heart. They take me where I want to go, when I want to go, with whom I want to travel with. They are great friends, always supportive, rarely complaining, and never late. I love my feet!
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