A simple gift I can take no credit for. I am tall.
It happens all the time. I'm walking down an aisle and I see a short woman looking wistfully up at something on a high shelf. She catches my eye and smiles, and I walk over and ask her what she needs. She tells me, and I reach up and get it for her, and she smiles and says "Thank you so much, I didn't know how I'd ever get it down."
Last Sunday, my wife Ruth and I went to visit a woman in her 90's who is blind. She has a live-in care giver named Ethel. Ethel really grinned when she came to the door to let us in. She said, "The Lord must have heard my prayer and sent you." The light was burned out in the hallway and Ethel is very short, and not too steady on her feet. She was afraid to try to get up on an old, rickety kitchen chair to replace the light bulb. Our blind friend had no need for it, but Ethel would be at a real disadvantage once the sun went down. I'm tall enough that I just reached up, took hold of the bulb and unscrewed it, and replaced it with the new bulb that Ethel handed to me. Ethel kept going on and on about how the Lord had sent me. All I did was be tall....