“Excuse me, but watch out, your left shoelace is untied.”
I started glancing around for some place to sit down--or
just possibly I could reach down if there were some way to prop up my foot, but
no luck -- and then the voice went on,
“Can I tie it for you?”
I turned to look.
It might have been more bearable if she were a teenager, but she had
white hair and a young face-- maybe in her 50s or 60s. I could not think of anything more
humiliating than having her stoop to tie my shoe and yet…no way could I risk a
fall.
I find myself unable to finish telling you this
story.
try turning it around. really. grateful for someone to notice, be kind, and therefore prevent a fall. we are ALL going to get old -- if we are lucky. and we all need help. just different things at different times...
ReplyDeleteIt was life paying you back.
ReplyDeleteI cannot even remember how many times you have saved me a nasty spill by telling me to tie my shoe. But it's been a lot, and it's probably not over yet. I'm still not very good at tying shoes. (grin)
Don't feel bad--I've just added a bed rail so I don't fall out during my nightly sleep episodes!
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad--I've just added a bed rail so I don't fall out during my nightly sleep episodes!
ReplyDeleteAccepting help graciously is far harder for me than giving it--and for you too, evidently. But I fear it's something we all have to learn as we hit the downhill slope.
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