As a child, I remember walking down the street in Phoenix, Arizona, to the school bus stop just to get a ride home. A group of kids were walking by and they asked if I wanted to ride them home. I said I didn’t and they continued to ask.\n\nI told them that Imakers were like ducks in the wild. I asked them if I could ride them home with them. They didn't say anything. At some point I said, “Well, you can ride them now.” They seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.\n\nWhile the group was busy pushing my wheelchair out the window, I remembered that they wanted me to help them lift it.\n\nI asked them if they could help me remove the tire from the bike. They said it was too heavy. I asked them if they could help me move the tire.\n\nThey were very helpful and I thought for a moment that perhaps I should let them take it easier on me.\n\nBut then I remembered that I was in the car. I asked them to come pick it up. I was concerned about them breaking the bike, but they didn't.\n\ interstellar distances are not something that are easy to navigate.\n\nI apologized to them as I pulled away.\n\nI asked them to carry the bike back to the bus stop. They agreed, and I hopped out of the car and we headed off in the direction of Phoenix.\n\nThe train was nearly there. The passengers were excited to be on their way.\n\nI apologized to them for my rudeness, and I offered to walk them to the bus stop and sit them on the curb next to the train.\n\nThe bus driver offered to give me some extra space next to the curb. I asked him if I could change my mind and he said yes.\n\nAs I sat on the curb with them, I thought to myself: “if only I lived in a movie…”