There were a pair of shoes that were once brand new.
As the years rolled by, the shoes became worn down.
They began to slant to one side, causing a lot of trouble. They were tired.
Walking miles and miles, they searched for someone to come alongside and help them,
looking for a place to get fixed; a place to kick back, relax and take in a deep breath.
They walked down sidewalks miles and miles searching.
One day they ran into a set of footprints. They stopped.
Where were those going wondered the pair of shoes?
They set out to follow them.
It was wet and muddy and dark and cold, but the shoes kept following the footprints.
It was lonely through the muck and mire, but once they passed through the troubled waters gaining a higher ground, the sun peeped out shining on them.
The shoes dried out.
Then suddenly, they remembered the footprints. Where were they? They searched yet found not a trace.
They felt better than they had in a very long time. Looking down, the soles were brand new no longer slanting this way or that. How had this happened?
A thank you was in order, but the prints were nowhere to be found.
Letting it go, it was time to move on.
The two new shoes felt better for the first time in years, and they were not afraid to keep walking through life.
Somehow, deep inside they knew if they needed help again, the footprints would appear without knowing how.
They kicked up their heels and began again ready for whatever was laid before them.