Regular readers of the PTSD Spirituality blog know that I have “issues” with people who knock me down or criticize me for being so slow when I am out trying to walk with my cane. Indeed, there is one guy at my job who wears special religious clothing to announce his religious identity, denomination, and personal holiness to the world. Evidently one of his beliefs seems to specialize in letting doors hit me. At least in his case, I don’t have to apologize about a Roman Catholic behaving badly, he is another form of Christian – who is behaving badly…so I guess I still have to apologize for (and forgive) him too. But wait! I have some breaking news on my crippled guy trying to walk outside saga!
I went into a restaurant today that had a foyer with double doors – all the better to keep out the Wisconsin cold. As I went in a family held the door for me, pulled their children out of the way, and then held the second door for me as well. Then on my way out, two other people held the doors for me, even though it meant they had to wait for me to slowly walk past and that they spent more time in the cold. None of the people rubbed in the fact that they were holding the doors for me. They were just being courteous and polite, and extremely helpful to a guy who hurts with every step he takes (insert violin music here). I was amazed!
I am still amazed! Several different people, none of whom knew me allowed me the time and space I needed to move through the doors. This is a rare event in my personal experience. My prayers will include gratitude for them and their actions. This sign of goodwill was exactly what I needed after having dodged another Industrial American Christmas and rabid holidazed shoppers.
Each of the people who helped me I thanked. And, in a little while, I will thank God for their help and for renewing some of my faith in humanity.
Semper Pax, Dr. Z