I am now pushing any piece of this guy into the vehicle that I can with little regard to whether things bend the way they should. At long last his seat is in the seat. Legs still dangling but this has crossed over into a doable situation. Both men ask, are you a Park Ranger?

What happens when humans have the chance to hear anything they say reflected back as singsong in a canyon full of flowing sandstone?

All I can think is that maybe she saw them a little more clearly too as she pulled out of the campground. That her ride home was a little easier because of what they gave her.

Seeing clearly is a gift that we can give ourselves. Letting other people see clearly, guiding others to see something a little clearer - that's the work of heroes.