Each of us gets a chance to be Simon.

Yes. Here is a short version, from Facebook post for now.

Yesterday, hurting. Got help from companion, who walked with me for a few hours.

Later, kinda done with myself, pain, came across 76 year old Perrigrino prostrate on his pack, dehydrated. Kaput. No water.

A woman and I helped him. I had the honor to carry his rucksack ~2 km to a very big welcome for him at the Albergue.

My shit rarely matters, except when it seems to.