“The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
So on we go.”
It seemed like an ordinary day.
As I returned home from the grocery store, I met Eileen. Some of you know Eileen from My New Friend. Eileen’s 92 now. She had another birthday.
Eileen was on her way toward the parking lot. I was on my way toward the apartment complex where we live. We met just outside the door to the building. Eileen noticed the grocery bags dangling from my hands.
“Here, I’ll open the door for you.” Eileen reached back into her pocket to retrieve her keys.
“Thank you, Eileen. How are you doing?”
“I couldn’t be better. Here, I’ll get the other door for you as well,” she offered while she scurried toward the inside door that led to the hall where my apartment unit was.
I followed, protesting, “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that, Eileen. You’re on your way out.”
As she stood holding the door open, looking up at me, she beamed, “We’re here to help others. I know that more than ever now.”
My heart melted.
“May I give you a hug, Eileen?”
Eileen smiled. The light shone through her eyes. I dropped the grocery bags to the floor. We hugged.
Love Itself spoke to me that day.