Helping out

After work I headed to the mall,  because I needed to pick up some things at Target.  Because I was there I figured why not go for a stroll.  In which case I found some sweet hot pink biker shorts that will be great for running. : )  Anyways once I picked up the items needed from Target.  As I am walking to my car this Lady stops me for help.  She was in a scooter thing and had dropped something.  I sat my bags down and picked it up for her. (not gonna lie, a thought was running in my head here's when the thieving man runs up and steals my stuff, That did not happen and sorta ashamed of myself for thinking it).  I may have got  weird when she asked me to find her keys in her purse, just because you have to be complete trusting to left someone go through your purse.  I found them and loaded her bags into her car, keys in the ignition and purse between the seats.  She then took me to the back of the car so I could open it and see how the scooter would have to be loaded after she was in the car.  I help her into her car, to learn she has MS and it is taking over her legs.   I felt sad for her as I could tell she was upset for not being to do more movements with her legs.  We ended up ripping her pants, felt really bad when that happened, as she was shifting off the lift onto the car seat.  Now the fun part was when I had to ride the scooter to the back of the car to load it, the scoot went way faster with me on it than when she was driving it.  As I dropped the basket on it and was putting it back on a nice man walks up.  He asks if I am having fun?  I was embarrassed more than anything for not being able to control the thing.  He states I see your helping my wife she don't know I am here.  He shows me how to load the thing exchange a few friendly words and thanks me.  Her husband made the statement that she used to do it by herself now she just finds someone volunteer to do it.  This experience only brings back memories of going to the nursing homes with the scouts and 4-H and them enjoying the young people.  It also causes me to remember a few experiences with Grandpa the summers I was staying with.