There was a little (tiny) old lady in a wheelchair in the hall in the nursing home where my Mom was dying. I didn't think she could hear or speak.
My BIL - who at the time could be a first-class ____ at times, took time to talk with her - turned out she had been a dairy-farmer's wife - and she was so grateful that someone took time to talk to her.
This BIL - a strange mix of brilliance, compassion, thoughtlessness, shyness, arrogance, talent.
He even had compassion for the "challenging" roommate Mom had.