solkindersol
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I take care of my mother who has dementia. Other than that, I am alone. No friends and no other family. I am a misfit. When my mother passes away, I want to volunteer somewhere to help others who are suffering because they don't fit in and are alone. When I realize that others are suffering the same things I am, I realize that we are truly not alone.
This afternoon, a car stopped to ask me directions to a place. It may sound pitiful, but I was grateful for the human contact. Then, an old man on the street complained to me about his pacemaker and his doctors. I was glad for the opportunity to listen. These may sound like pitiful things to be grateful for, but they made my day.
This afternoon, a car stopped to ask me directions to a place. It may sound pitiful, but I was grateful for the human contact. Then, an old man on the street complained to me about his pacemaker and his doctors. I was glad for the opportunity to listen. These may sound like pitiful things to be grateful for, but they made my day.