HE: I’m tired today. My legs are aching. Sometimes I get so discouraged… not being able to do as much as I used to…
SHE: What can I do? How can I help you?
HE: I don’t know. I’ve tried the heating pad. It doesn’t seem to help.
SHE: Can I get something for you?
HE: No, I don’t think so. I’ve tried to rub them, but it’s hard to reach down that far.
HE: OK… It would feel so good if you could massage those calf muscles. Come on over here, dear.
[And she knelt down in front of his chair and massaged his ankles and calves]
HE: Ah, that’s nice. Could you rub my thighs. That’s where I get those terrible cramps.
[And she did as she was asked because she felt sad for his pain and wanted to help him]
HE: Rub higher… yes, that's it... higher...it’s OK, dear… Keep going. You give me such comfort.
[And she felt uneasy and confused, but followed his directions. He was her mentor... her teacher... her friend.]
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