Javier looked at Sofia with admiration and love. “She taught me that strength isn’t measured by physical ability, but by the size of one’s heart. And her heart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known.”

A knot formed in my throat. I had underestimated this woman, this stranger who was evidently nothing but extraordinary. The context was changing, and I found myself questioning my motives for being there.

Sofia’s presence was not overshadowed by her wheelchair. Her radiant smile and the light in her eyes told a story of resilience and inner beauty. I realized that I had come with the intent to belittle a woman who had already conquered battles I couldn’t even imagine.