“Do you need a push?” I asked the elderly gentleman with a grey scruffy beard. With his weathered face, he looked at me sideways as he struggled to propel his wheelchair down a hall. Both of his legs were amputated.
“Sure,” he said.
I pushed him to the main entrance of the nursing facility. My lunch was almost over and I needed to get back to work as a physical therapist.
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