'The walker' struggled down the hall, wall-walking as I remember Patti doing so many years ago.
In those early days of Multiple Sclerosis Patti would have to grab anything and everything, most of which were never meant for support.
This walker rumbling with fate at least had the benefit of a railing built to assist walking.
(“Don’t stare, it’s not polite!” What caregiver and/or person in need has not heard that admonishment whispered in a crowd. I believe there is more courage to see in every forward step of 'the walker' than in a field full of athletes.)
At the end of the hall was an emergency exit door. Visually impaired 'the walker' did not notice the change from the bar along the wall to the panic bar to open the door.
As 'the walker' put weight on the door’s panic bar the world exploded. In rushed a frigid January night while emergency exit alarms and lights wailed and strobed.
Staff impressively materialized out of thin air and calm was restored while Patti offered supervisory and non-G rated opinions about the racket.
Sometimes just a few moments of watching life, can almost feel allegorical.
Caregivingly Yours, Patrick Leer