I was working out on the gym machine,
pausing for breath, and
I saw through the mirror a beautiful moment.
One Gym member with M.S.,
determined to exercise,
had just slipped as she struggled out of her wheelchair
onto the leg press.
And tears came.
She was having a bad day.
Vulnerable.
Then the Gym Instructor moved quickly to her,
helping her – came close and lifted her.
More than that – his head rested against hers
as he whispered unheard words of comfort.
She did not mask it –
he did not mask it.
A ‘Kiss of Life’ within my vision.
It kissed me beneath my mask.
too
