Last week I took the train to Brooklyn. On the ride back home, a women entered the train with her elderly mother. The man next me offered them his seat, which they gladly accepted. As the woman helped her mother lower herself into the seat, the mom reached out and grabbed my hand for support. Of course the daughter was startled and told her mother not to do that. Being who I am, I told the daughter it wasn't a problem. As I then proceeded to grip the mother's hand and help her get into the seat. Once she was seated, the daughter turned to me and said, "Thank you."
I may never see that pair again, but I will always remember the action of the mother. She was in need of assistance and reached out to the closest "support" she could find - me. There will be times in our lives when people may reach out to us for support, not knowing who they are really reaching for. The best thing we can do, is grip their hands and help them get comfortable in their seats.
We must help while we can. As one day we may be the one looking for that hand of support.
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