“And there’s so much to do here. They’re always coming to get you and taking you to the rec room for Bingo or Sing-Alongs.” His face was beaming as he spoke.
“Yes, they’re taking good care of me.” He crowed.
I spent the better part of the next hour watching golf and listening to Bob reminisce about his band touring days. By the time I left, he had me feeling better about myself than when I first arrived.
On my way out I stopped by the desk to sign out.
“Are you a friend of Bob’s?” Asked the receptionist.
“Yes, I used to be his neighbor.
“Well he’s sure made a difference in this place.”
Puzzled, I asked. “What do you mean?”
“He’s got people here laughing and talking that I haven’t seen smile in months.”
“Hmm!” I said. “Yeah, that sounds like Bob.”
A thought crossed my mind as I stepped outside and walked back to my car.
If I ever get into Bob’s predicament … I hope I’m just like him.