The other day, at Don’s request, I drove Elaine to a medical appointment on a very cold day. With temps hovering in the teens, my sister braved the frigid morning to keep a same day, quickly scheduled doctor’s visit. With Don at his business office, we planned to meet for the medical appointment not far from his work location. Upon our arrival, he greeted us at the medical building’s entrance. Don then graciously assisted in helping Elaine out of their specially equipped mini-van. He carefully maneuvered her chair, guiding it down the van’s ramp and into the medical office building.
In the doctor’s waiting room, Don tenderly readjusted Elaine’s safety straps previously wrapped too tightly around her body. He looked about her chair to assure all personal effects to be in place. His acts of compassion reminded me of his days as a young father providing tenderhearted care for his infant daughters.
How refreshing to see acts of tenderness, a lost art in today’s hurry-up, whirlwind society, Tenderness, as opposed to sudden pulls and rapid jerks, embraces unhurried moves and soothing words.
Whether Don is brushing his wife’s hair, massaging her aching arms or moving her from power chair to bed, his loving acts display great tenderness for his disabled wife.
Tenderness…so refreshing and oh so humbling for both the healthy and the afflicted.