“A mother, and community, caring for her disabled son.” – Friday Night at Red’s

Caring to the Music

The night was dancing to music. It couldn’t have been a more perfect night. The temperature was at about seventy degrees, there were some colorful clouds capturing the vestiges of the sun’s rays before they were obscured by trembling tree foliage and a local band was bringing favorites of the past to life. It was a welcoming social. Especially at one, particular table.

That specific table was surrounded by an eye-catching group of people. One man was dressed as a train engineer of a bygone era. He was wearing bib-overalls, a white shirt and a sporty, bright red bowtie. The rest of the people seated at the table were younger than he and wore a more common fashion to an evening of outdoor music, drink and food. And, one man, in their group, rolled up in his own chair and sat kitty-corner to a bright-eyed woman who was, likely his mother. Those seated there combined to offer a distinctive contrast to most of the other neighbors and friends who were talking, eating, drinking and listening to the band. But, the group’s most distinguishing character was yet to be presented.

It wasn’t long before the Red’s Attending Staff brought an arm-load of pizza and drinks to that specific table. And, everyone sitting there soon began to transfer slices of pie to their individual plates and they began to eat. Well, everyone but two people.

The mother took a slice and began to cut it into bite-sized pieces as the others in her party ate enthusiastically. When she finished carefully cutting, she picked up a fork and gently, lovingly fed her disabled son each piece. When one piece was finished she followed the same process until both she and he were satisfied. She didn’t eat one bite until she had fully cared for him. Her selfless act of love was silent and unnoticed by most everyone else at the outdoor gathering.

But the occupants sitting at this table were not completely disregarded. When their meal was completed many others took the initiative to come over to talk with them. They were fully embraced by the community in a continued offering of love and affection as the party persisted all around as if nothing unusual was occurring. It was loud and active enough to offer a belief and possibility that the distraction of music, drink and socializing would obscure individual acts of love. Yet that was not the case.

A party of deeper meaning was occurring. It was one party, person after person, who came to offer attention and love to each other in a natural and fitting manner. Everyone was of part of an individualized act of goodness.

It was caring to the music.

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