It’s almost time for class and we’re almost there, this old woman and I, hurrying through that gate. I’m barely ahead as she pushes past with surprising energy and launches herself up the steps, ahead of me. At the top of the first flight, she pauses, waiting, giving me space to pass her, on the next and final flight of stairs into the class. I smile, decline and wait with her as she catches her breath and climbs again. We’re both going to the same class, for the same lesson. There’s time enough, before the class begins, for both of us to find our seats. As I settle in, I wonder, “Why are we in such a hurry, competing with each other, when we’ve set out to learn the very same lessons, at the very same place, at the very same time!”