Occasionally The Mister and Missus would pull off the road and exchange places behind the big steering wheel. Sometimes they would all take the opportunity to get out and stretch and even walk short distances if the surrounding landscape were suitable.
Once on one of these little roadside walks The Missus took the opportunity to say, “Breathe, Christopher, BR-E-E-ATHE!” At this The Mister and Missus took it on themselves to demonstrate the action for Chris, first starting by bowing low to the ground, then swinging their bodies upright as they inhaled remarkably large draughts of air. Then this would be followed by fairly deflating themselves again into deep bows. After a few of these repetitions, they would look cheerily at Chris as if to say, “See? Easy!” Chris smiled broadly, but he knew intuitively that he really hadn’t known how to breathe. And he knew that they were speaking of something beyond the physical act of filling lungs with air.
For the first time in his life Chris felt as if he was being in-filled, infused with… something that was filling a place very deep within him. He wouldn’t have been able to explain it, but it was like oxygen for his soul. He knew he did need to learn how to breathe in the wondrous gift.
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