I could tell
you what a horrible experience it was. Three weeks in rehab in a nursing home
for my broken foot, that is still a problem. I am back at home now and happy
even though still off my foot.
Since Thanksgiving
is right around the corner, I want to write about a young man named George who
managed to lift the spirits of everyone he came in contact with.
George was
admitted to the home because of obesity problems with his legs. He is a huge
man with a heart twice his size. He belonged to our smoker’s group of six. We
were allowed to go outside six times a day. Those were the happiest moments of
my stay in a dismal environment.
George had you
laughing constantly. Silly jokes, funny jokes, but most of all it was his love
of people that brought joy to all of us. He loved to make fun of himself too.
Not in a derogatory manner. He was a proud man, coping with a disability that
made you love him all the more.
I will probably
never see George again, but I’ll remember him forever.
“Say nice things
about me,” he’d joke. That was the easiest part – if you met him you'd forget
his size because his huge heart made knowing him a pleasure.
Happy
Thanksgiving to all.
Audrey
