Over the years, there have been days when I drive people to therapy. It could be because of an injury, or surgery. In any case, there is no stigma in the need for support getting back on their feet. I am unsure if it was always this way. Did my mother's generation make time for PT? Was it even a potential degree to major i? 
 

It certainly feels normal, what with the stream of people going in and out of the doors, some with canes or leg braces. I find an automatic affinity for the fit men and women who smile as their patient comes into the room, often asking about their day or how well they slept. Surely only benevolent people go into such a field. Probably they have no knee problems themselves, and yet here they are helping someone else's grandmother. 

 

There are ways to support marriage, with regular exercise. Small groups, mentoring, podcasts, and books are but a few of the options. Modest efforts done on the regular can reinforce the affection most couples started out with, back when they were young and vibrant. 

 

I know it has helped us. There are times when our marriage has aches and pains, or stumbles to find footing. If it happens that we have an agreement to meet another couple for coffee, we regain our own stride as well. A few minutes of attention, in a supportive environment, goes a long way.