My parents generously scheduled a vacation in a beautiful, gated community for a week for our whole family. Ian and I couldn't resist the pool, even though it's too soon after Ian's surgery to swim. It seemed enough to get to lay in a chair, by the pool, and I could hop in and out while keeping close to Ian.
But it's a beautiful day and the pool is full. All the chairs are covered with bodies. And so we found a little section of grass, with one bath towel, and I awkwardly helped ian to the ground.
Of course people were watching, even though their eyes darted as soon as they met mine. Yet no one offered my disabled husband their chair. Someone who could easily and comfortably lay on a towel, kids even, have a chair. But no one offered one to Ian.
It struck me once we had settled, after we removed the wheelchair cushion and repurposed it for a pillow, that no one asked. They just watched.
But, should we expect that kindness? Should the five year old be told by his parents to give his chair away?
I'm still not sure. And I don't know what I would do, if I were the one in the chair.
I do though, want to seek after kindness of all shapes and sizes within my own heart. And I do want these own feelings of mine to help me to anticipate others needs, especially when it's someone like my dear Ian.