Many years ago I had a part time job helping a quadriplegic man get up in the morning and get ready for work. Every day I would get him out of bed, into the shower, clothe him, feed him breakfast and see him off to work. One morning I arrived to find him in bed covered in filth. Somehow the meds that kept his bowels regulated hadn’t worked and he had lain in his own waste for hours waiting for me to arrive. He was simply in an awful state. I felt terrible for him. My heart was immediately burning to relieve him. I really cared about him and I couldn’t move quickly enough to clean him up.