Today I sat in a cafe at a table waiting for a client.
As I sat, 2 ladies came to a table across from me and sat down awaiting their order. One of the ladies was in a company shirt and sneakers and the other (older) was dressed for a day out. Her wheelchair was easily accommodated by the younger woman. To be clear I have no idea what their names were.
As their cake and coffee came, the Carer was in conversation with the not so verbal friend but she was still intently part of the conversation, though the arrival of the ginormous piece of chocolate cake did bring a shudder of movement and a smile that could could not be mistaken!
The young (30ish) carer in her company shirt and sensible working sneakers marvelled over the deserts they had both ordered to share in the excitement with her client. This was a day out for certain.
The lady in the wheelchair (perhaps late 50s) slowly raised her hand and it dropped to the chair and the carer began to feed her client. Gently, generously and without touching her own coffee or cake until she had attended to her friend.
Honestly, I did not think that the smaller frame, frail, yet exuberant lady in the wheelchair would eat the whole piece. But leaving only a spoonful, the carer knew that she was content. She cleaned a little chocolate of her friends mouth, helped her finish her coffee and sat with a smile.
When they were done the carer took her friends hand in hers and told her she’d had a nice time but was time to leave. Packing up their things with care they left and when to the large van outside they came in!
There is not big mystery. No big message here. Only…
He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’