“Name is Danny.”

He appears to be a kind enough guy.

Hopeless though.

It was clear in how his shoulders hang. The atmosphere around him all but lifeless. A reflection of the man I suppose.

Yeah, hope has been lost on him for some time. If any remains, he hides it well.

It’s easy to see why. Parkinson’s.

The whole scene saddens me. I barely know the man’s name, but I know he doesn’t deserve the burden he’s been given to bear.

I wish it didn’t take moments such as this to remind me to be grateful for my own health. Such a simple thing to remember, but easy to forget when not front of mind.

I wish we were connected and the ache in my heart eased his pain even momentarily.

I wish these hard battles were a nightmare of humanity and not our reality.

“My name is Jake and I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get you?”
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