I've been on the phone with my son for a while this evening. He's recently become a CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant) in a nursing home. After a year, if he wants, the nursing home will pay his schooling to become a nurse.
When we visited him last week, he seemed to really like his job and discussed a few of the patients. One he wanted Sam to meet...a graduate of Texas A&M, but the gentleman died earlier in the week...the man never had any visitors.
This evening he told me about a lady who is 98 or 99. She reads her Bible every evening. Unfortunately, it is coming apart. When she drops it, pages fall out. Someone will pick it up for her, shove the pages back in, and hand it to her. Jonathan said that he sat down with her one evening and put the pages in order before he went to work.
He and another CNA, Sarah, who is married to Jonathan's best friend James... MOF, he lives with them and their children. Anyway, Jonathan and Sarah went to the Bible book store and purchased the lady a new large print Bible. Jonathan gave it to her before work the other day, handed it to her and told her that Santa came early.
I'm very proud of him.