These were the happiest days for Don Carlos. He loved going home to his wife and sons. He would repeat over and over the stories of his family and on how much he loved them. He required a lifter to get him on his wheel chair so there was also a lot of commotion in the room when the weekends would come around. Don Domingo would leave early in the morning to the patio and would not return until dinnertime. Stucky also required help to get out of bed but, once he would have breakfast, was shaved and dressed, he would wander around the facility and show up for lunch and later for dinner. David and I would have the room for us practically all daylong every Saturday and Sunday.
That Saturday at the front patio, we met Delia’s mom, her grandmother & her 1yr old baby girl Isabella. Delia had suffered a mayor stroke and was paralyzed needing constant care.
Sitting in his wheel chair, he observed everything I was doing. I kneel down in front of him, took off his shoes and socks and submerged his feet. He starred at his feet in the water and looked at me as if wanting to say something. David was reacting to this simple gesture. It brought tears to my eyes. I began scooping water with my hands and washed his feet. David was experiencing something new.
“I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.” ― Rabindranath Tagore