A few weeks ago, I drove a friend to a medical appointment at the Davis Street North Shore University Health Service (NSUHS). My friend is quite talkative, which is a polite way of saying that sometimes she makes you want to put a hand over her mouth. She has still not learned that talking while someone else is talking prevents her from hearing what the other person says. As she approaches her 80th birthday, she will probably not learn that.
Anyway, her disability placard for her car had expired. When she talked with her doctor, she was told to get a form from the Division of Motor Vehicles, fill it out and bring it to the doctor’s office to be signed. I do not always cite the name of a person whom I focus on in my story, but I feel it absolutely necessary to do so in this story.
David, an NSUHS employee, was helping my friend go over her printout from her visit. My friend chattered while he talked. She mentioned that she had to go to the DMV to get the form as her doctor had suggested. Another NSUHS employee had been kind enough to research the closest DMV office, which was on Elston Avenue. I did not look forward to driving there.
David said that although it was not in his job description (my translation of what he said), he would go on his computer and see if he could print out the form. He was able to do so. He then sat beside my friend to help her fill it out. She chattered. I finally told her that she needed to stop talking so that she could hear what David was saying. Was I annoyed? You bet I was, but I was also curious as to why some people cannot stop talking.
David’s patience with my friend was awesome. When talking with him about his kindness, he felt it was what people were supposed to be about. Did David make my day? He sure did, and he made it for many a day to follow. Thanks, David, for being a blessing and reminding me of the following:
“The time is always right to do what is right.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.