Yesterday I took my mother to the doctor. Her clinic has a large number of Medicare patients, and it’s not at all unusual to see seniors using wheelchairs, walkers, and other tools to get around.
After we were done, I went to bring the car around so Mom wouldn’t have to walk through the parking lot, and I saw an old man with a cane and an oxygen tank shuffling towards his vehicle, and it was obvious that he was struggling. I approached him and asked him if I might assist him in some way? He was panting with the effort of walking, and allowed that if he could put his hand on my shoulder for balance until he could get to his car, he’d appreciate it.
I wonder how many times I’ve just walked by people who might have benefited from the opportunity to place their hand on my shoulder because I was too busy, too distracted, too wrapped up in my own life to see that they needed my help?
I can do better.