Thanks Jiro, it is a pleasure to see something about the good side.
Many years back in the big cities the doors to various downtown buildings were massive and heavy. I was a visitor to Seattle which was the most common big city for Alaskan young adults to experience. In Alaska in those day it was common for older people to get out of here when they retired and go where the living was warmer. This made for a very young population. The native villages were much more a normal range of youth to elder.
I was in Seattle and trained in the normal ways of that time. Opening doors and helping was expected always. I remember being shocked out how many elderly people were out and about just doing normal things.
There is not a sad ending to this story but there could have been and it was a small moment but a soul searing one for me. An elderly lady armed with the sturdy cane, very curved back, snow white hair, and frail but tough look of the day was battling her way through one of those big doors coming out of one of those big fancy buildings. I said to my self whoa I better jump in there and help. So I zoomed up and grabbed ahold of that big door to take the weight off of her.
It was a huge mistake. The door was what was holding her up. She almost went over. After a horrifying moment of out of balance she managed to stab her cane down and get balanced and move on - I did not know what she said but I sure knew what that enraged look in her eyes said. In that moment I learned a huge lesson in life.
I wince to this day- in that time if you were in the shape she was and went down and broke a hip... it was over, inevitably death was in a matter of weeks or months.
It is good to help but it is also good to help understanding the situation and doing it right. I thought I was doing good and just as suddenly I found out I was doing the worst possible thing. Smiles here... sorry, I am not wanting to rain on anything here, I just got hit by that memory seeing these pictures. Helping is good. It is an ongoing learning experience.