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(No blossoms yet this year.  This is from March 27, 2012!)
Because of my open heart surgery, I was not able to wash feet at the Holy Thursday Mass, but I did concelebrate with the pastor.  Just before Mass started they said they were short the 12 people  to have their feet washed.  I volunteered.
When I returned to the chair after having my foot washed I could not bend over far enough to put my sock on.  A woman in the front pew noticed.  She came up, knelt down before me, and put on my sock and shoe.  I was moved to tears by her thoughtfulness.  Only later did it occur to me that she was doing what the pastor was doing and what Jesus had done.  This may not have occurred to her.  She saw a need and took care.