There are two sets of doors leading into our local post office. One day, a handsome older gentleman walked a bit ahead of me through the two doors. Then I saw him bend over something, which turned out to be the backside of the lock on the last of the two doors. By now that door had closed.
I opened and carefully walked through the door and asked the man what he was doing. "Oh," he said," I was just trying to open the door for you. But I couldn't get a grip on this lock."
Well, he would have had to pull the door open. And if you've seen the backside of a large door lock, you know it's pretty flat and there's no chance you will ever be able to pull a heavy door open by grabbing it.
But it was a lovely try and I thanked him for it.
Another time, a teenage girl came running past me and I wondered why she was in such a hurry. When she reached the doors, she stopped, waited and held both doors open for me.
Finally, after I picked up a rather heavy package and had some trouble holding it and the cane, a small boy, about seven years old, came up to me and asked if he could carry the package for me.
I told him the package was very heavy, so maybe not, but perhaps he could run ahead and hold the doors open for me. The little boy just lit up with a huge grin, ran ahead and held both doors open for me.
I thanked him profusely and told him he was a really great kid.
He just smiled a big smile and I think we both made each other's day, that time in our local post office.
