WARNING: TOTALLY SAPPY ENTRY
My mom is my hero.
She's the kindest person I can imagine. She's always gone out of her way for anyone who needed her. She used to make food for all my po' punk rock squatter friends. Whenever they came to visit she would send them home with lasagnas and baking. She can't stand to see anyone hungry.
She also volunteers and works at a nursing home when she's not working her other job. She does all the ladies' nails for special events and holidays. All the manicure supplies are paid for out of her own pocket. She makes sure that the ones who don't have family, or who's family doesn't bother to visit, at least get a visit from her whenever she can. She takes care of each and every one of them like they are her own parents. She used to visit and talk to this one man who had had a stroke and couldn't speak. He used to be an artist, and she would bring him art books and talk about everything under the sun to him. Before he died he had started to speak again. His first words were her name. When another lady died, she left the plants in her room to "the lady that always did my nails". My mother has it displayed on the kitchen table.
I found out that since she's been working downtown at Telus (the phone company), she's made friends with the homeless people on her smoke breaks. She buys them coffee and gives them cigarettes. She got so worried that the coming winter will be cold (-40 sometimes) that she is knitting them ALL blankets.
I only hope that I inherited at least some of her kindness. She runs herself ragged for others and expects nothing in return. She takes care of the people society has forgotten or tries to ignore. She respects each and everyone of them too. I've seen her brought to tears simply by thinking how much more she "should be doing".
What a wonderful lady.
She's the kindest person I can imagine. She's always gone out of her way for anyone who needed her. She used to make food for all my po' punk rock squatter friends. Whenever they came to visit she would send them home with lasagnas and baking. She can't stand to see anyone hungry.
She also volunteers and works at a nursing home when she's not working her other job. She does all the ladies' nails for special events and holidays. All the manicure supplies are paid for out of her own pocket. She makes sure that the ones who don't have family, or who's family doesn't bother to visit, at least get a visit from her whenever she can. She takes care of each and every one of them like they are her own parents. She used to visit and talk to this one man who had had a stroke and couldn't speak. He used to be an artist, and she would bring him art books and talk about everything under the sun to him. Before he died he had started to speak again. His first words were her name. When another lady died, she left the plants in her room to "the lady that always did my nails". My mother has it displayed on the kitchen table.
I found out that since she's been working downtown at Telus (the phone company), she's made friends with the homeless people on her smoke breaks. She buys them coffee and gives them cigarettes. She got so worried that the coming winter will be cold (-40 sometimes) that she is knitting them ALL blankets.
I only hope that I inherited at least some of her kindness. She runs herself ragged for others and expects nothing in return. She takes care of the people society has forgotten or tries to ignore. She respects each and everyone of them too. I've seen her brought to tears simply by thinking how much more she "should be doing".
What a wonderful lady.