Reunited.

Sorry, that was the best titled I could come up with.

After a very terrifying viewing of the movie Gone [read: I will never sleep again] with some residents in our community room this afternoon, I walked into the lobby to see another resident, Mr. EG standing with a look on his face comparable to my own when I met Jonathan Taylor Thomas on my 13th birthday. When I asked him how he was doing he shared with me about his weekend, in which his sister came to visit, reconnecting them after 30+ years. With tears in his eyes and trembling hands he told me, “I never ever thought this day would come, that I would be proud enough of how I am doing to be excited not just to reconnect with her, but to show her my HOME and take her and my nieces to dinner. God is faithful and so so good.”

As anyone who knows me [not that anyone does, this is anonymous and no one has figured out who I am obviously because I am a sly ninja] can assume, I burst in to tears recalling just how far this man has come since we first met 4 1/2 years ago and could not help but think:
THIS is in fact, exactly why I love my job.