This evening I took my grandmother to a Japanese Restaurant. When her tea came, she exclaimed gleefully, “Oh Wow, Tea!” . When her soup came she cried, “Soup! I Love Soup!” The cucumber salad that came next got the “Yummy! Award” and the rice was “Perfect”. Later, as I was taking her to her room, she squeezed my hand and said, “Thank you so much for being with me.” After she was changed and in bed, we hugged a happy hug and she reminded me to “come back soon!”. After I left her, a woman was crying from her bed, “Please help me”. She wanted water and her hair combed. It took less than 10 minutes to do this for her. When I left she said, “Please visit again” and “Thank you.” Next, I saw a man alone on the couch in the front lobby, lying with his head on the side arm – earlier he had been trying to push Jean, who has cerebral palsy and can’t move far alone, in her wheel chair, with his head, from his wheel chair. The song, “inch worm, inch worm” came to mind. I asked if they would mind if I pushed Jean, who lives near my grandmother, the rest of the way – Jean said, “yes, please!” and the man smiled a toothless ‘thank you’. I thanked him for helping and pushed Jean back to her room down the hall. Now, this same man was alone on the couch and as I got closer, I realized he had only one leg and the one he did have was dry and full with rashes; he was scratching it incessantly. I had a lotion in my bag that seemed to soothe his itching. I even found myself putting lotion on his other side as well, a stump where a leg had been. It just seemed a natural thing to do. He doesn’t speak English but spoke to me in his home language – Vietnamese – and tears started to come gently down his face. I wiped his tears with tissues and stroked his face. He kept talking and looking at me as if I understood. I nodded and listened. Human connection – so simple and so vital.