Saturday, May 10, 2008
Event 1: Iím sitting in the mall food court, waiting for my friend to get off of work, simply looking around, observing the people in an attempt to occupy my mind. As my eyes continuously wander from section to section, I canít help but notice one table in particular. A young, mentally disabled man, no older than eighteen, sat in a wheelchair next to a middle-aged woman. The woman had sunken eyes and a frail figure. Yet, her protruding cheekbones illuminated her fatigued smileónot forced, just exhausted. On the table in front of them sat a tray of Burger King, barely eaten. As the two of them sat, I witnessed something so wonderful and beautiful. The woman was tearing the food into small, manageable pieces, feeding the young man, slowly and patiently. His head would be continuously falling, and there was often food falling out of his mouth, but the woman sat there feeding him and wiping his mouth, smiling patiently--lovingly. In between bites she would whisper in his ear and kiss his cheek. She would tickle and hug him and they would smile and laugh together. They seemed completely and happily oblivious to all the commotion around them. It was then that I realized that I was witnessing true, unconditional love.