Yesterday, I watched a mother — with a fluidity that made it seem unconscious — place her hand over a sharp corner as her toddler crawled near a bench.

Had he stood up, his head would have met her hand, not the hard wood.

It made me think of my own journey. I know of many times when people have helped me ... but surely there have been many other times when friends have been ready to help, just in case.

And we can do this too. Being conscious of others. Seeing them for who they are and where they want to go. And being ready to help where we can, should a friend begin to stumble.

To extend a hand when we see another in potential danger ... that’s a dynamic that doesn’t have to be limited to a mother and child.