Today I was at "Healthsouth" visiting Mom. I stepped outside to smoke and a lady I had seen several times wheeled outside in a wheelchair excited to talk with me again. She's 88 yrs. old and we've talked several times. She's a sweet old lady that likes to talk a lot.
Today she was happy and explaining that she's about to go home. Therapy almost complete! She was telling me about a nice Korean woman that has really helped her in many ways during therapy. I wheeled her down the hill congratulating her for her progress. At the pavillion, we talked a while when she confided in me that the "fat little nigger woman" was the most help she'd had. I went around that phrase and told her that people are here to help you recover. Once she was comfortable saying it around me, she just kept calling her caretakers niggers.
I asked her, if you were blind...Who would you want to care for you? "That fat little nigger woman!" was her response. I told her that I was going inside and I didn't think it was right for her to feel that way about anyone who showed her love and care. I left her at the bottom of the hill in her wheelchair, waiting for help from the people that she obviously felt above. Soured my opinion of sweet old ladies.
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