by Jennifer Kay Lewis
7-4-2016 ~ The Elderly Gentleman
Several months ago, I was most blessed and fortunate to secure a volunteer position with a large local hospital.
Recently, I was enjoying regular daily events as duties were fairly ‘routine’, that is for most of the day. Then, an elderly man came up to our station.
In a few short-minutes, my ‘routine duties’ were unpredictably changed; and, little did I know just how welcome the change was to become. A tall, thin, elderly gentleman seemed barely able to walk over to our work area. He asked, “can anyone help me to my car?
“I think maybe I need a wheel-chair!”
I quickly volunteered to help the older gentleman, as waves of compassion quickly flooded my tender heart. (it was plainly obvious he needed me; and as it ended, I needed him too!)
He said, “I think I can make it to that chair over there. (I wondered ~ in his dignified manner, was he trying to maintain his ‘pride’?)
I helped him get safely seated and off we strolled to the parking garage. He informed me, “it’s a quite a piece down there little lady … are you sure you want to do this?” I assured him, “it’s no trouble and that he shouldn’t think twice about my ‘choice’ to help him as I was most Happy to assist.”
We had gone about half of the distance through the long, concrete, parking garage, and he INSISTED he could probably “make it the rest of the way.” (silently, to myself, I was thankful it was an inside, covered garage.)
Then, he exclaimed, “there it is ~ it’s that old white truck with the blue tailgate!”
For his safety, I maneuvered the wheelchair right up to his door so all he would need do was to stand and scoot himself into his truck. He lifted himself up and got in his vehicle.
As I turned to quietly walk away, he said, “I KNOW this wasn’t in your job description … so I’m certain you didn’t need to do this; but, I just want to say, “GOD BLESS YOU LITTLE LADY!”
He had tears welling-up in his eyes as I left to go back to my station. (me too)
In purposely “offering” to do this assignment, I had visions of my own elderly Father, of eighty-seven. I sure hope and pray someone would come to Daddy’s aid if and when he might also need the support and assistance.
Although it was “quite a piece” as he put it – our walk that day, was the best, longest walk I have ever enjoyed!
Growing In Christ,