I pulled up to the curb of Sears to return two snow shovels. Got them precariously positioned on my walker and, as I was shutting the back hatch of the car, a Mexican American man going into the store asked if he could help. Kindly, he carried the shovels in and held the non-handicapped doors for me to waddle through with my walker. So kind.
Similarly, someone got up from their seat at Chipotle to open the door for me and hold it as I was navigating the door with my fanny and the walker. He, too, happened to be Mexican American.
Things like the ones mentioned were small to the men who assisted but not so for me who was helped. Their thoughtfulness negated all feelings of inconvenience that someone more self-centered would have had. The self was merely an instrument for interaction; it was like the hands that opened and held the door or carried the shovels. There was no “me” to either of these two men in their moment of assisting. There was simply assistance.
I am grateful for the sunshine, for the kindness of others, for my new home, and for the snow on the mountains. I am grateful for friendship, relatedness with others and nature, and for the myriad opportunities to assist others that come my way. And, I am grateful for the interactions that being handicapped has provided me and those who come to my aid. What wonderful karma we are creating together!