Upon walking into the locker room of my gym I noticed a large woman sitting on a bench rubbing shampoo in her hair with one hand. I politely said hello and went about getting my stuff organized for my workout. The woman said hello and asked me if I would help her. Of course I said yes. I assumed she wanted me to help her get something out of her locker or something simple, little. I couldn’t have been any more wrong about that assumption. After I said I would help her, the woman said, “My caregiver went out to grab my hair straightener and never came back and I need to be bathed. Can you bathe me?” Read more