Struggling to Walk

I saw you in the parking lot, struggling to walk. Bent over sideways, battling to move the cane ahead and take a step, fighting not to lose your balance. When you accepted my offer to drive you, I was so relieved. You said it feels as though every bone in your body hurts. My heart hurts for you. The worst thing was, I didn't see you in safely. I took your instruction to drop you off at the foot of the hill, rather than up to the entrance, and I didn't question your refusal for me to get out of the car and help you. You fell. It was like I fell too. I don't know why you are in so much pain, or if you will heal. But my heart goes out to you. And I'm sorry. If I could do it over again, this story would end differently. —Lady with the Manual Nissan

PS: I'm not trying to be presumptuous by writing this, but never feel like a burden! Let people help you when you need it! We could all use a little help. Hugs :)