One fine Friday in a physiotherapy office's waiting room. A couple sat across me. I would say early sixty-ish. He listened to her complains about this and that and comforted her with his words. Not once did he raised his voice. Then he hold her arm to help her stand up and walked her slowly to the toilet. "Don't lock the door," he told her gently. He stood right in front of the door and waited for her. A true gentle-man.
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