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Years back when I was paralyzed and went to physical therapy for the first time. I felt seriously pathetic and useless af when I came in there, like just ashamed to even be seen by anyone and at the point where I was ready to be done with life.
These two guys (the main therapist and secondary) are all smiles and worked with me almost every day, looked at me like anyone else and treated me that way too, supported the hell out of me until I could make real serious progress. As cliche and cheesy as it sounds that period of my life kind of gave me a lot of faith back in human beings again and the kindness and true "humanity" of them. These days I see a lot of the ugly side of people but I still know there are some good ones.
These two guys (the main therapist and secondary) are all smiles and worked with me almost every day, looked at me like anyone else and treated me that way too, supported the hell out of me until I could make real serious progress. As cliche and cheesy as it sounds that period of my life kind of gave me a lot of faith back in human beings again and the kindness and true "humanity" of them. These days I see a lot of the ugly side of people but I still know there are some good ones.