May 03, 2008 03:09
You know, when I am sick I am often sour in mode and, I hate to admit it, I can be rough on or rude to those that care for me. Needless to say if someone forced my mouth open to make me swallow pills, they would want to count there fingers after and have my stomach pumped to retrieve the ones that were missing.
I am struck by Luke's gentleness and kindness: he is a good soul. I put him on the bed, I take him off, I send her out into the night, I trip over him: he has never been rough or snapping. I wish I was as good as he is.