I value the courtesies given me as a somewhat disabled old guy, and I enjoy telling about them, spreading the good news–there are good folks out there.
First a word of caution. Being nice can be dangerous. When I drop my cane, someone always picks it up for me. Recently, I was waiting in line at a Starbucks when I dropped my cane and two people jumped to get it, could have cracked heads in the competition to do good !
Two days ago, I took my car to Jennings Chevrolet in Glenview for an oil change. Yes, Jennings VW is still there, too, where a service writer did me a favor once.
After leaving my car, I went into the waiting room for a bagel and a cup of good coffee, noticing four older people watching the Today Show and a young woman sleeping,
I toasted my bagel, drew my coffee, and found I could not carry both to my chair with the cane in one hand, so I left the cup behind for another trip.
One man had his legs extended to the center of the room and I thought, “Well, old guy, you might just get stepped on,” but he pulled his feet in and I said, “Thank you.” I put my bagel on a table and turned to go back, finding Mr. Longlegs right behind me. He said, “Here’s your coffee.”
A little later, the young woman woke up and caught me looking at her in a grandfatherly way. I was concerned when she left the room that I might have made her uncomfortable, but she came back.
I must have dozed finishing my coffee, because I felt something at my hand holding the cup–the girl was taking it out my hand very gently to prevent a spill.
I thanked her, told her I done that a couple of times, had spilled a drink into my as I fell asleep. She said she understood. Said she worked in a nursing home where “They do it all the time”.