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wondrousgnat
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Every Monday a bunch of us go to a nursing home to pray the rosary with residents. Most of them are elderly and it was sad to see some of them with their spouses who are always there. Some have their children come to visit every day. So sad. Yet others get no visitors at all.
Then there are the others. Some are younger than me. A LOT YOUNGER. Half my age or less. Maybe even in their 20s. There is one lady there late 30s who took a bullet to her head while riding in her car. She cannot walk or speak clearly. She cannot speak to her kids and will never hold her grandchildren. Then one time I felt great sadness when I saw a lady in her 30s sitting down. THEN I saw her get up and get her son.
It really got to me today. And I only volunteer a couple hours a week. I think those people who work there deserve a lot of credit.
Then there are the others. Some are younger than me. A LOT YOUNGER. Half my age or less. Maybe even in their 20s. There is one lady there late 30s who took a bullet to her head while riding in her car. She cannot walk or speak clearly. She cannot speak to her kids and will never hold her grandchildren. Then one time I felt great sadness when I saw a lady in her 30s sitting down. THEN I saw her get up and get her son.
It really got to me today. And I only volunteer a couple hours a week. I think those people who work there deserve a lot of credit.