My first few days here were horrible. I didn't know anyone. I didn't have a phone. The food was horrid. The people ranged from mean to officious. I got here on a Thursday and that Saturday I had an aide named Clara, this beautiful Bahamian (I think) woman whose accent just sounds musical. She wasd so good and so kind to me and when I told her that back then, she said how she used to take care of her mother.
Ever since, she has stopped by to say hello to me (she works weekends) and I just told her I was going home. I thanked her again for her kindness that day and how I will never forget it. She said, "A good God sent me to you at a time when you needed it most." And that's the truth. /She hugged me half a dozen times, and, of course, I got all teary about it and then told her the next time I see her I hope it's on the dance floor or Macy's or some fancy spa.