We’ve heard that old saying about “walking a mile in someone else’s shoes.” While this proverb isn’t taken in the literal sense, I like to tell the story of when Jon really did walk a mile in my shoes.
One late afternoon, we were hiking together on a paved trail through a wooded area. Just as the sun was beginning to set, my feet hit their climax of discomfort. My two-dollar flip-flops just weren’t up to meeting the challenge of this long walk, and the bottoms of my feet were almost completely blistered over. My husband stopped mid-stride, bent down, and began to take off his shoes and socks. He then removed my flip-flops from my feet, put them on his own, and insistently offered his shoes to me with a huge, gleeful smile.