The Burden

I was surprised when the elevator doors opened revealing a twenty-ish  couple.

That alone wouldn't be so stunning but the fact that the female was riding piggy-back

was certainly not what I expected, especially in a hospital.

I smiled at them, laughing a little as I did.

There was something about them but I wasn't sure what it was.

He was tall and thin, shaved head except for a strip in the middle which appeared to be

some sort of bluish-green color.  Jeans and a T-shirt completed the outfit.

I believe there may have been several tattoos.

She had long dark hair, dressed in a similarly casual outfit, 

tightly gripping his neck and shoulders.

They were discussing their visit to a relative.

When the doors opened again on the next floor I stepped back

 and asked them to go ahead of me.

He was carrying the burden, I was just wheeling a laptop bag.

"No," he said, "you first."

Polite.

I had stopped to arrange my bag so I followed them out.

He lightly deposited her on the ground and she apologized to him.

She said she should have brought her walker in.

He told her it wasn't a problem.

He left her under the portico to get the car.

We are in the remnants of hurricane Issac, 

day long rains here in the St. Louis area.

She obviously didn't want to get her walker soaked.

I thought what a sight they must be to many who viewed them

as he piggybacked her to the main door.

Why would they be playing around in a hospital of all places.

Look at how they were dressed.  No respect.

They probably didn't overhear what I did.

It wasn't a burden that he carried by any means .

We need to remember this before judging others.

I will deal with them according to their conduct, and by their own standards I will judge them. . .

Ezekiel 7:27

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