Yesterday I was shopping in the little store at the end of my street. I only had two bags and instead of going through the automatic doors, used a door where the people pay for gas because that's where I parked my car. A young man leaped from behind the counter and opened the door for me. I thanked him. You know what? So many people are rude, inconsiderate and would knock you down to get to a cart first...I've had the back of my heels skinned off with grocery carts because people want to get around me and I'm walking too slow... I've actually had someone say to me 'if you were walking any slower you'd be going backwards..."
I'll take the kindness any day and I know it makes us feel helpless and reminds us of our disabilities. The first time one of the greeters offered me one of those motorized carts when she saw me gimping into Walmart I wanted to cry. But I have decided to accept acts of kindness as just that, and not sympathy. So many people are consumed with their own agenda to help a stranger. I know I posted this when it happened, but last year I fell in an icy parking lot and I cannot tell you how many people drove by me before someone helped me get up. Hence the handicap sticker and the pain that came with applying for that. Don't feel bad, Sue....but I do understand.
Sue...THAT I understand...rooting around in your purse for keys and handing them to a stranger. I don't think any one of us would allow someone we didn't know to unlock our car or our house. I thought it felt awkward because it reminded you of your disability. Now I get it...and would have felt the same way.