Excellent post from Kindness Blog
In 2005, I was travelling in Italy with my parents. My Dad was in his early 80s, suffering from advanced Parkinson’s… but he wanted to see Italy before it was too late.
One morning in Venice, he slipped and fell, and had to be taken to the hospital by water ambulance (an adventure in itself!). A couple of hours later, my Mom called me from the hospital–they were releasing him, but couldn’t give them a ride back (it was a holiday of some sort), so I needed to take his wheelchair to him.
It was raining when I left the hotel with the folding wheelchair. It only weighed about 20 lbs, but it was large and awkward to carry, and there were 17 bridges (all with stairs) between me and the hospital. I dragged/carried the chair up each flight of stairs and bounced it down. By the third or fourth…
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Thanks for sharing. That was a wonderful story. Kind people still exist and it looks like Italy has more than a few.
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It made me feel so warm. Especially the part about the helpful homeless man.
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I liked that part, too. Some people might be reluctant to accept help from someone who is homeless. I liked that the family was accepting of his help and that he stepped in to help them.
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It was good.
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