Do you know me?

Gérard was waiting at the window of one of the l’Arche houses for people with disabilities. He had been told that an “important gentleman” was coming for lunch. When Gérard spotted the visitor he rushed out to greet him. Running awkwardly with one leg shorter than the other, he arrived in front of him and, extending his hand to the important gentleman who seemed somewhat ill at ease, inquired of him: “ Do you know me?” “No” replied the man nervously. “What a shame for you!” replied Gérard whose heart was fully reconciled with the person that he was and who could therefore readily welcome others.