Mary
I have dealt with Mary for a number of times. She is a teller in my bank and she had always been gracious and helpful. She's a young woman of Armenian descent, probably in her mid-20s. I was there at lunch today for a transaction that was a bit involved and she was again helping me.
As she was typing in the information, I noticed her hands were shaking and I made a concerned comment about it. She told me her hands always shook as she is suffering from Parkinson's Disease. I looked at her and all I could say is "God bless you." I told her she is too young to have that ailment and she said she was diagnosed when she was 17. She said the doctors are not giving her any medication for two reasons - she is too young and she had liver disease, besides.
I told her my father also had Parkinson's and that I have noticed lately that my right hand sometimes shook, too. She asked me if I was afraid and I told her I was concerned, yes. She said her hands shook continuously and never stops and she just lives with it. Mary looked at me, with those big beautiful brown eyes, and in a hopeful tone told me that she thinks later, when she gets older, they will start giving her medications for it.
As we finished the transaction, I asked her if I could hold her hand and she extended her right hand to me. I clasped it with both hands and again told her "God bless you."
At this point, her eyes were getting moist and so were mine. I wanted to tell her I will pray for her, but I think she already knew that. I squeezed her hand one more time then headed for the door before I break down.
I left the bank thinking of how fretful I had been with the little pains I suffer from as compared to this young woman who lives with a debilitating ailment, but would not allow it to make her life unproductive. I sat in my car, thanking God for the very light yoke I carry, and praying for strength for Mary and for all people who suffer and live with chronic diseases like hers.
I will pray for Mary. I thank God for Mary. She makes me understand how blessed I am.
As she was typing in the information, I noticed her hands were shaking and I made a concerned comment about it. She told me her hands always shook as she is suffering from Parkinson's Disease. I looked at her and all I could say is "God bless you." I told her she is too young to have that ailment and she said she was diagnosed when she was 17. She said the doctors are not giving her any medication for two reasons - she is too young and she had liver disease, besides.
I told her my father also had Parkinson's and that I have noticed lately that my right hand sometimes shook, too. She asked me if I was afraid and I told her I was concerned, yes. She said her hands shook continuously and never stops and she just lives with it. Mary looked at me, with those big beautiful brown eyes, and in a hopeful tone told me that she thinks later, when she gets older, they will start giving her medications for it.
As we finished the transaction, I asked her if I could hold her hand and she extended her right hand to me. I clasped it with both hands and again told her "God bless you."
At this point, her eyes were getting moist and so were mine. I wanted to tell her I will pray for her, but I think she already knew that. I squeezed her hand one more time then headed for the door before I break down.
I left the bank thinking of how fretful I had been with the little pains I suffer from as compared to this young woman who lives with a debilitating ailment, but would not allow it to make her life unproductive. I sat in my car, thanking God for the very light yoke I carry, and praying for strength for Mary and for all people who suffer and live with chronic diseases like hers.
I will pray for Mary. I thank God for Mary. She makes me understand how blessed I am.
posted by PHLOR TORREJOS at 12:50 PM
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