After church there was a man with severe cerebral palsy. His speech was also affected by his CP, so it took me some time to decode that he wanted me to help him cross the road. That entailed holding his hand so that he can balance while stepping on and off the pavement, holding up my hand to ensure cars would stop and we could cross at his comfortable but slow pace.
As I helped him I felt what a blessing that this man picked me to help him. My son, Nathan also has a milder form of cerebral palsy and thus has difficulty walking and balancing.
It was amazing to see someone take all his might (evidently each step he took needed so much effort), face the world independently, have courage to ask people for help when needed.
Being able to help makes me feel that if I do this today, in the future, my son too will find help when he needs it.