“Whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for Me”
A couple weeks ago i had the opportunity to visit an assisted living home on the outskirts of the city i live in.
It is a part of a program to initiate someone officially into the catholic faith, called the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults (RCIA) as it is something that i recently joined.
I wont share any pictures of the assisted living purely in respect to the privacy and dignity of the residents, but id like to share some of my thoughts about the experience.
- Gratitude
Im rather grateful that the church i joined decided add this into the program. Living the city life, i barely have anytime to look around the less fortunate who lurks in the shadows and crevices of a glitzy metropolis. The hustle and bustle of a working life also makes one less emphathetic on those who are not living the same life as my peers and colleagues.
The fact that this assisted living home is located on the outskirts of the city already means i would have never even knew its existences until the event. As such i dearly appreciate the chance take the time off my calendar to do this.
- Its all luck of the draw
On a deeper level, the only thing separating us the visitors and the residents is Luck - or fate. Im simply born without medical disabilities, or had not gotten an accident that crippled me, or contract any diseases that destroys the human body.
What if the positions were switched? What if there is a parrallel out there where you are the ones having to live a crippled life, because RNG decides so?
Why are we treating these people with disdain and annoyance when their only fault is being born into this?
- Appreciation
I have 4 limbs, i have a sound mind. It is enough for me to use these to try get to where i want to be. Sure, there are others who are born into a more privileged position that i am, but me myself, where i am now, is the privileged position that these residents wishes they were born into the sale way i wish to be born into nobility.