“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.