This is the tale of six of one and half-a-dozen of another. It involves an old man, his wife, and what you and I would consider a short distance to get from a handicapped parking space to a bank front door. It was like the deer in the woods yesterday that shown itself because the shape just didn’t belong in the trees of the forest. The old man with his can and four pointed stabilizers who couldn't close his car door, had me turn around and help him close it. Then we spent probably 15 minutes as he literally shuffled around the car, inch by inch, holding my one arm, and using his cane to support himself to handicapped ramp. The braille tile implants that caused him some navigation issues, and up a slight incline to the front door had me wondering, “is this man going to fall over backward?” When I pushed the handicapped button, the door didn’t open
it was when the bank manager came out, I asked, “are you the manager?”
“he is all yours.”
I don’t know what transpired next, I was merely in a spot where I am happy to help, but I had to question what this man was doing driving, much less going to the bank, and then I had to question what his wife was doing just sitting there in the car not helping him? at the same time, I had to ask the manager looking at me with a tale of, “it isn’t my job!” I was thinking – this is the bank that Warren Buffet owns a bunch of stock in professing to reinvent themselves after a lot of things happened at the top levels that probably are much worse than what has been reported. Even the Swiss banker mention the bank, “they are playing precarious things – it is not good.”
Meanwhile, I am literally stunned that no one bothered to help this ole man. Granted, he did shuffle along, we made the mistake of thinking he could lift his legs, and that was wrong, instead we had to go back around the car to the handicapped ramp and the pesky braille tiles that are installed there to help the handicapped, but in this mans case, it screwed with his sense of balance.
So who was this man? Sadly, I don’t know his name, I only know that in our short walk that took a long time, he is 88 years old, he has been married to his wife in the front seat for 10. He explained, “sometimes I wonder if I am married, not married, or we are on the way out?” the man taught school for 36 years, went to university at Cal, and was thankful I stopped to help him.
I don’t know why he didn’t use the ATM, nor do I know how long he sat in the car, or how long it took him to get out. I only know my little journey where I was a bit like the bank manager and my ego almost got the better of me, “I am swamped and my time is precious!”
This morning I wrote in Instagram how I really am enjoying going out and sitting in nature for a few hours each day. My analogy is, “nature has had a great deal of time to create a complex symphony for anyone who gets still and listens. humans have created more a world of noise than a symphony – noise is unwanted sound.
Last night in the woods, where I forgot my gloves…I didn’t have a hat, and I got cold helping an old man shuffle up to the door. I wager it would take another 20 minutes for him to shuffle from the front door to the bank teller? But I am dealing with aging with my folks. I have to think god and grace are trying to teach me to be more patient. I am not sure if it is working, as people are too busy with obligations to stop and wait on the priorities in life.
perhaps that is the odd part of man. of which I will pray going home about curing some of the meat from hunting and then figuring out the next step in my unusual life where I wake up, pray, and do my best to change myself and follow something far more significant than ourselves.
Have a great day. I notice people and the social construct of society seems to ignore the elderly, they give police/fire/ambulance people crap and treat each other with fear and ignorance more than helping and in love. It is sad watching people fight over who is a smidgen bigger or better – when in the grand scheme of time – we all probably behaving somewhat selfishly or foolishly. I don’t know, do you?