The second Tuesday

Third time I visited the professor, I bought bread because I saw the bags at the professor's house.

This time I visited my professor, he could use his finger well enough to write and hold glasses but he couldn't lift his arms above his chest. He had a bell near his chair.When he needed help, he would ring the bell. But sometimes he couldn't reach the bell.

At this time, he would feel sorry for himself. Sometimes he would have a good cry for a while. Then he would concentrate on the good things in his life. On the people coming to visit him, on the stories he would hear.

There are many people spending much time feeling sorry for themselves. It is useful to put daily limit to self-pity.

After using the bathroom, he rolled in sitting in a wheelchair. I offered to lift him from wheelchair to recliner. Holding his professor made him realize that their time was running out.