"Patience," Elizabeth Butler chirped. "One step at a time."
It was Tuesday afternoon and the sun was shining. Her son had already walked slowly, methodically from the car to the base of the steps — five mountains of carefully laid brick, with metal railings on either side; his last hurdle before reaching the front door.
Without pause, Juan Spence moved to walk up as anyone would: one foot on each level, four rapid steps in total. But his mom reminded him: both feet stop on each step. "Slow."
Braced by his mom on the right and his uncle Kelly Spence on the left, he lifted each foot with determination.
Little more than a month ago Juan...