I took my mom to physical therapy today. Shortly after she started exercising, a woman came in pushing a woman in a wheelchair who was severely disabled. I was sitting in a chair against a wall and had a view of the whole room as I watched my mom. I did watch some of what was happening with the new people in the room as well. The therapist and caregiver were able to get the woman out of the wheelchair and have her walk a little using the walker. The therapist was giving tips as to how best to help her. They brought the woman over to the table to practice lying down and getting up. This distressed the poor woman quite a bit and she began to cry out. I wondered how someone would tell if she was crying because she was in pain or because she didn’t want to do what they were doing or if there was another reason. In any case, the caregiver spoke so gently to the woman and encouraged her to try to do the movements. She practiced holding her and moving her to different positions. I was in awe of the calm, peaceful, gentle spirit that the caregiver had. After a while, the woman calmed down and they were able to get her back in the wheelchair. As they left, the caregiver kept telling her what a good job she did. She learned some helpful ideas from the therapist. I learned a lesson on patience and gentleness from her.

I Found God today in a gentle, loving caregiver.