So I'm walking down the street ...
And upwards,
Is this young man in a motorized wheelchair.
He has some physical disabilities of sort,
I couldn't quite tell what,
Though I wasn't looking to ascertain.
But it was such that ...
In order to open the door to the restaurant he was entering,
He had to back up his wheelchair,
Grab the door rail across the door with his one hand ...
Which was bent up and over his shoulder,
Pull the door open by driving forward in his wheelchair,
Then ...
While still holding the door rail over his shoulder,
Turn the wheelchair towards the opening he was creating pulling the door open,
Then let go of the door with a timing ...
So that it would not close,
Before he turned his wheelchair more fully into the door opening ...
Where it would stop when it hit his wheelchair,
Allowing him to more fully open the door,
And enter the restaurant.
I was watching this transpire ...
As I approached him.
And from the time I first saw him ...
To the time I was at the point of passing him on the sidewalk,
I saw a half-dozen people walk past him.
To a person,
I saw each ...
Pause,
Glance,
Think,
Then continue walking past the young man.
I didn't sense that they didn't want to assist him,
It felt more like they thought they might offend him if they offered assistance,
And they chose not to even ask.
So there I was ...
When it was my turn to glance towards him,
As I was walking past.
Though I thought,
That's bullshit.
Why should one be afraid of asking someone if they need a hand?
If he doesn't need any assistance,
Hopefully he'll just say "No thanks, got it".
Though I suppose,
There's always the chance he'll be angry someone suggests he needs help just by asking him,
But if he is,
So what?
I'm not going to ask him in a condescending way.
So even if he does respond gruffly,
Why should the fear of that prevent me from just being nice?
It shouldn't.
At least in my mind.
So I asked him.
"Hey dude, can I get that for ya?"
"Yeah, I'd really appreciate it."
"Glad too."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
And that was that.
I'll probably never see him again,
But if I do,
Maybe he'll be doing me a favor next time.
It really doesn't matter.
However,
The moral of this story does,
Which is:
Don't be phucking afraid to be nice !
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