I’m walking up East 79th Street on my way home, when I see an elderly man with a cane standing in the entranceway of his building with both his shoes untied.
Without hesitation, I walk up to him and say, “Sir, would it be alright if I tie your shoes?”
He looks at me with surprise and says what sounds like, “Do you live here…in this building?” “No,” I say, “but I don’t want you to fall.”
So I crouch, tying his oxfords in double knots, while he looks down like I’m an apparition before saying, “Thank you, how kind of you.”
I stand up taking his extended hand and say, “Thank you, really, for allowing me to help.”
The naturalness of this makes me truly believe, I was Franciscan in another life.
The receiving is in the giving.