The random acts of kindness that this person encountered, in taking care of her mother-in-law, from strangers whom they'd never, met…translated…
As the nephrologist told us, that my mother-in-law had her kidneys removed, and had to go to dialysis three times a week for the rest of her, life. at the time, I'd made the schedules of taking her to the hospital, heading back to my mother-in-law's home to pick her up, into a schedule chart, and posted it on the Family group weekly, so everybody can take the slots to shoulder the care of my aging mother-in-law.
But as the time for dialysis came, everybody stayed, silent. And so, on Monday, I took her, on Wednesday, I still took her, by Friday, still me. The following months, the following, season, still me, the group became, dead, silent, like I was, the only one who was in the Family group.
After awhile, I'd felt that I was, kidnapped by my mother-in-law's dialysis schedules, lost my freedom, and it'd felt, upsetting. My mother-in-law's children had told that they would help with the care, where did those, promises, go. I'd envied how they had their steady jobs as an excuse, that they don't need to get in line on this cycle, that's never-ending, and nonstop.
On this day, after my mother-in-law had her dialysis, she was back on her wheelchair, I'd pushed her into the elevators. She'd asked if it was cold outside, I'd nodded. On her left arm, there were the implanted port, and it'd hurt when she lifted her arms up, it was difficult for her to put her coat on. As the elevator moved downward, the door opened on the sixth floor, entered a middle age woman. As she saw my mother extending her arms, she'd gotten close to my mother-in-law, pulled the sleeves on her arms. Then, she'd squatted down, zipped up my mother-in-law's coat zippers to the chest. The woman told, "it's cold out, dress warmly."
like this...photo from online
Later, as I pushed my mother-in-law out of the elevators, toward that upward ramp to my mother-in-law's house. There was a young lad in his backpack, opening the doors to the community, then the door, slammed. Behind him, we couldn't catch the door, my mother-in-law sighed, "he saw us coming, and still, closed the door shut.", I'd panted, silently, turned the keys, to enter into our community.
As we made our ways into the lobby, the door to the elevator was opening up, I'd made the larger strides, immediately gotten into the elevator. That young man in his backpack was inside, pressing the open button, waited for us to get in. as the elevator moved upward, stopped at my mother-in-law's floor, the young lad pressed down the elevator door to keep it open for us, until we made our ways, slowly, out of the elevators.
or this...offering her companionship to an elderly woman...photo from online
The woman and the young man, these two strangers, had turned the originally cold elevator, warmer. These two occurrences on this very day, it'd let me know: the road in the future is too long, but someone will stop, and help us get through it.
So, these are the acts of random kindness, from strangers you'd never met before, and these are simple things that we can all do, to help make someone's life easier, holding the elevators open for someone, waiting for the person to get in, so s/he won't have to wait forever, for the elevators to go all the way up, then all the way, down, and, these are the instances that brings that little light back into the lives of those in need, and we can all be a part of that, helping, hand.
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