A/N: This idea came to me this weekend while watching a movie called The Other Side of the Mountain. It's got a bit of a lengthy description, so look it up if you want to know what it's about.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles or Apple Corp.

Prologue:

Sam looks wistfully out the window at the cotton candy pink and blue sky of morning. "I used to love going for walks at this hour," she sighs, reminiscing about the long, meandering walks to nowhere. Her husband comes up behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Their comforting warmness envelopes her as well as a hug would.

"We still can, y'know," he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. "The kids won't be up for a couple of hours yet." He too is staring out the window, watching the world slowly wake from a peaceful slumbering darkness into the brightness of day.

She turns her head to smile at him. "Why, Mr. Starkey, is this a, a date?" she asks, fluttering her eyelashes madly like the teenage flirts that never gave her husband a moment of peace in his earlier years.

A chuckle rumbles up from his chest. "Yes, Mrs. Starkey, I believe it is," He massages her shoulders gently.

"Well, let's go then," Sam says, a grin on her face. "Forward, roll!" Richard laughs out loud this time and grasps the handles of her wheelchair in preparation for movement.

As soon as the door opens, a gentle breeze caresses their exposed skin, cool and refreshing. They move in silence for a few minutes, absorbing the beauty of the early hour.

It's times like these that Sam feels memories start to filter into her brain. Why, she doesn't know. Maybe it's the peaceful stillness or the feeling of love in her heart for the man she loves. Either way, memories of her job at Apple Corp., falling in love, falling out of love, the car crash that nearly ended her life, falling in love again, and falling in love every day all over again after that. Little things happened between everything on the list she makes in her mind, but these are what she considers the important ones. The life changers.

Sam's accident took a lot of things away from her, the ability to use her arms and legs is just one of them. But it also gave her many things. Learning that life is the most precious thing in the world, that each breath, such a seemingly simple movement of taking in air and letting it out, is a gift that should never ever be wasted is a significant one.

"What are you thinking about?" Richard asks, bending over to kiss her cheek.

"How lucky I am," she says, turning her head to look at her wonderful husband, the one who helped her learn how to live again. He grins, stops the wheelchair, and picks her up bridal style.

"Rich!" she shouts with surprise, giggling at the goofy face he makes at her.

"I was thinking the same thing," he whispers, adjusting her arms so they go around his neck and kissing her passionately.

Life throws a lot of twists and turns at you, some will knock you down. Courage is having the sense to fall every once and awhile. But courage is also having the strength to get back up again and keep going.

No one ever really knows that until they get knocked down flat. And some people never know. They just stay down. Sam thanks God every day that she had someone to show her how.