The other week, my one assisted living client with disabilities and I were talking about how crazy people get on the holidays here in the city, and I was saying that I hate going out anymore on Halloween and the Fourth of July and New Year's, since you just never know what's going to happen anymore.
"Yeah," she was like, "I totally get that."
She then said that on Fourth of July morning this year, her and her sister went out for a walk, with her sister pushing her in her wheelchair, and just everywhere people were setting off these extremely loud noisemakers, just one set after another after another, and it was just insane.
It really got to her, so they turned around to go home, and as they were doing that, this one guy who was out with a dog that was going crazy and he was trying to calm, took a moment and checked in on them, to make sure that she was okay.
"And his dog wasn't doing so well either," she made sure to point out, her voice getting all wavery as she said that, since she was so clearly touched by him taking time out of his troubles to check in on her in hers.
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