“White meat, please,” he said. I gave him a couple of slices and a helping of the mixed vegetables and took the same for myself.

Kevin picked up his fork and tasted the vegetables then he turned to the chicken and stopped.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I can’t cut this. Could you help me?”

“Oh, right. Sure.” I said and walked over to his side of the table. I stood behind him and reached around him and cut his meat into bite size pieces. “Don’t be embarrassed to ask for help,” I said, “it’s what I’m here for. Now finish up. We’ll have dessert a little later.”