Teaching both my 65 year old father and my 1 year old granddaughter how to walk has given me joy.It’s March 27 of the year 2013 and I have found myself and a life checkpoint where by virtue of family atmosphere, I am helping my father walk after suffering a horrible injury and teaching my 1 year old granddaughter Chloe how to walk for the very first time.This time in my life has helped me really grow emotionally.It has been great checkpoint in my life because I am playing a very important role in the lives of my father and my granddaughter. I am teaching them how to walk. Have you ever wondered how it would feel to have to learn how to walk again?Chloe was born on March 22, 2012 my second granddaughter. She has been a blessing to me since the first time I saw her beautiful face. I am graced with the ability to work form the comfort of my home, however, my son has not been that fortunate. He is a welder and works 3rd shift so I volunteered to be the nanny and take care of the baby while he and his wife both worked. At 43 and having an 11 year old of my own, this life checkpoint sort of threw me for a loop.Noticing at first that I was completely exhausted from staying in the protective fight or flight mode, I began to question whether or not I could handle this responsibility. I went through a journey of emotions from anger to shame. How could I be a babysitter when I had a business to run and a life of my own? What did I do to deserve this punishment? These were thoughts that took residence in my mind during the first months.On December 14th while stalled in traffic, my dad was the victim of a wreck whereby an 18 wheel truck hit a stalled line of traffic and the truck was going 65 mph. My dad was one car up from the point of impact. Even the strength of his 1991 Ford truck could not keep him from sustaining injuries. All of his ribs were broken and his pelvis was crushed, his brain was bleeding and he was on life support.When we got the word that there had been a wreck and that it was our dad who was injured, my family was afraid we would lose the man who had been our strength for so long. He was always the one who would smile even in times of trouble. This event brought this family together. A family that had been divided for a very long time.See my family has always been sort of dysfunctional and encountered endless arguments over senseless topics for as long as I can remember. The lesson of karma is that at some point in time, God, the Universe and the “powers that be” will step in with the intent of rebuilding the structure of a family broken down.Chloe is 1 year old now and I am charged with the divine duty of teaching her how to find her balance and courage. I am able to show her that it’s OK to dance and walk at the same time. Dad is 65 and as the oldest daughter, I am also teaching him how to walk. They are not much different really. One has been exposed to the storms of life and withered them like a champion. The other is just starting to learn about the ups and downs of living.I would like to speak directly to you, the reader. Learning to walk again can be used as a reference point at any time in your life when you feel overwhelmed with the sting of your environment, beaten down with the storms of life or simply afraid to journey into brand new areas.See, when my dad had his injury, all of the resentment, rage and shame I was feeling as a full time nanny, just melted away. When I see my dad taking steps with shaking knees, just like my granddaughter, I know that God has given me a great job. I am an angel, who teaches the art of walking in the face of fear.