As hard as I try, and believe me I do try hard, I am often late to doctor’s appointments. Oh, not really late. Usually, when it happens, just a few minutes late. You know how medical offices are, they tell you your appointment is a 10:00 am, but then they tell you that your arrival time is 9:30. They want you to fell out gobs and gobs of paperwork that you fill out every time you have an appointment. This is due, of course, to the legal eagles.

This is already sounding like a rant, so let me get to the good stuff. Often Bonnie goes to the Dr. with me, but today she stayed home. I was alone. I pulled into the parking lot and was surprised to see that not a single “Handicap” space was left. But then I saw a nearby space and parked. Pressed the button on the dash which opens the rear door to the SUV. (Since I am ancient, I much prefer the term, “station wagon,” but that is neither here nor there.)

Before I could get out of the car, I heard an ancient voice -- a female ancient voice.

“Do you want your walker?” I had stowed the walker in the back of the SUV. It was in plain view when the back liftgate was open. I stuttered a bit. I wasn’t expecting this from a perfect stranger. I’m 89 and that walker is becoming more important to me on what seems like a daily basis.

The thought of an elderly female helping an elderly male sort of made me stutter. So, I said to the still unknown voice, “Y-y-y-es. And thank you, Wow!”

“Well,” said she, you open the car door and get out, I’ll bring it to you.” I was a bit undone. I looked up and the woman looked younger than me, but only slightly younger. She seemed to walk just fine, so at least her knees weren’t shot like mine. And to my surprise, she was Asian, Chinese probably, but I didn’t ask. She spoke with an Asian accent. She grabbed that walker out of the car, opened it up and brought it to me as if it were a toy. I was still making my way out the door. Takes me a little while.

Once outside, and with a lovely smile, she shoved that walker right into my hands, and turned to leave with “Have a good day.”

I was all over myself trying to thank her. I know I sounded with a child with a brand-new lionel train set. In other words, foolish. She just looked at me, smiled and said, “Be blessed!”

Blessings come from God!

Don’t they?