Helping Hand

I tell the paratransit driver to take me to the west entrance.  When I get out and start feeling around, he asks me what’s wrong.  ”I can’t find the west door,” I say. He tells me, no wonder, the west door’s somewhere else.  “Idiot,” I mutter.  “Another idiot.”

I ask the old guy manning the information desk how to get to the west wing. He tells me to take a right.  So I take a right and he says no, that he meant left.  And I think, “Mister, I’ve got a dog here who knows left from right.”

An old lady volunteers to lead me wherever I need to go.  She takes my hand and I’m all set to tell her that’s not the way to guide a blind person, that I take her elbow instead.  Then the hand she’s put in mine starts to flutter.  Her hand is like that little bird, that little bird lying there, just bone and trembling, after it hit the window. So I hold her hand in mine and we walk.  She offers small talk about my dog and about her sweet dog from long ago and all the while her hand is fluttering with Parkinsons but she doesn’t talk about that.

We find the elevator and she gets right in with me.  And she holds her one hand steady with the other so she can press the right button. Then she takes my hand again, like I might get lost in there.  And I’m ready to tell her there’s no need, but I feel there is.  We stand silent as the elevator rises to the top floor.  And all the way, her hand trembles inside mine, flutters like a little bird trying to escape.

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5 Responses to Helping Hand

  1. bethfinke says:

    You are a wise man to have taken that little bird’s hand. Stating the obvious here: you helped her far more than she helped you that day.

  2. Tib Shaw says:

    What a heart-opening way to begin my day: thank you for this reminder.

  3. While her guiding skills may not have been the best, she certainly seemed quite successful in guiding your thoughts to a better place. I think that Jeff, and through him all of us, may have benefited more.

  4. Micky Holdsworth says:

    How vivid and lovely this post is. We are told that is is better to give than to receive, but it is not clear sometimes who is the helper and who is being helped. I recall the woman who told me quite frankly that she “needed to do a good deed today and you’re it!” It was a revelation in truth and putting my ego to rest. I really loved the fragile bird images. Well done, Jeff.

    Micky Holdsworth

  5. Jeff Flodin says:

    Thank you so much for your comments.

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