He was only maybe 18 or 19. He stood, holding the bathroom door, while I became increasingly frustrated at trying to make the turn in. No matter what I did, I just couldn't make the turn. I believed, in my head, it was because he was standing there watching me struggle. He was calm, he wasn't in a rush, he just held the door. I asked him to go by as I didn't want to take up his time. He said he wasn't in a rush and continued to hold the door.
A couple more attempts and I was beginning to consider the merits of just pissing myself. Then he said, calmly and supportively,"Look, you need me to hold the door open, I'm OK with that, I'm not in a rush, just take a breath and think it through." I did as he said, took the legs off the chair, handed them to him to hold, and I easily slid in. He handed me the legs back, I put them on, out is easier than in with these kinds of turns, and thanked him.
He was going over to the sink to wash his hands. I thanked him again. He said, "No problem, there were a couple of kids with disabilities in my class in school. It's no big deal to need help, it's no big deal to give it. Lots of times they helped me out too."
I'm so choked, I can't say more.