DH and I went to our favorite resturant for easter lunch today.
Next to our table was a party of three people. A couple in their sixties, and a young man about 30 or so, I'm guessing that the couple were his parents.
The young man was in a heavy duty wheel chair, his movements were spastic and he was trying to feed himself. The food was dropping all over the place, but the parents kept loading his plate and the father fed him with a plastic spoon.
What I noticed was the gentelness the parents treated their son, the look of love when they looked at their son, and the matter of fact way they treated him in public.