What I’m about to tell you will sound like a story out of “Chicken Soup For The Unemployed Morning Radio Show Guys Soul”, or one of those inspirational emails you get every other day. Rest assured there is no moral at the end of this story, it’s just something Debbie and I witnessed, that I wanted to share with you.

Last night, Debbie and I wanted to go out to eat and we both decided we wanted hamburgers, so we went to our favorite hamburger place. Normally, I’d tell you the restaurant we went to, but I thought it would be better if I didn’t say where we ate, out of respect of the peoples’ privacy I’m going to tell you about. After Debbie and I were seated, waiting for our dinner, a father and son sat down across from us. As they sat down, I noticed the father, an elderly gentleman, had no hands. My immediate reaction was to feel sorry for him. I thought about what his life must be like, having no hands. I also noticed that he didn’t have a prothesis of any kind, which led me to this question, how was this nice old man going to eat his hamburger? Not long after I asked myself that question, I got my answer.

I mentioned earlier that this old man was accompanied by his son. It was his son that fed him his hamburger. He would hold it up to his father’s mouth, he’d take a bite, then his son would eat some of his hamburger and be ready to feed his father again. As I watched this loving ritual, I stopped feeling sorry for this nice old man and felt happy for him instead. Here was a father, blessed to have a son that loved him enough to take his Dad out to enjoy a hamburger, despite his handicap. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is!

Randy