Rita loved to dance. It was her way of feeling alive. But then, Parkinson's came. It made her body stiff and slow.
"I can't dance anymore," she said, her voice flat.
Her friend, a painter, smiled. "Remember that time you had a broken arm? You painted with your other hand."
Rita frowned. "What does that have to do with this?"
"You adapt," her friend said, "like a tree bending in the wind. You find a new way to move."
Rita went to a dance class for people with Parkinson's. The music started. She felt awkward at first. But then, something shifted. She found a new rhythm, a different flow.
It wasn't the same dance, but it was still hers.
Sometimes, limitations can unlock new forms of expression.
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