I know everyone says their mother is a saint, but mine, truly is.

She called recently and during the conversation she told me this.  There is a guy out there in the village who is 99 years old.  She knows him well enough to say hi, but he's not a friend or anything.

A lady mom went to school with worked out there and retired from there.  And now, she volunteers to do stuff, like if someone out there has surgery and is sent home but isn't supposed to be alone, she'll spent the night with them, that kinda stuff.  

So she tells me mom that she, the lady mom went to school with, has to have surgery and wont be available for three weeks in June until she's recovered.  So she asked around to see if anyone had any ideas, and someone else told her, "Call Bev!"

So she called mom, and asked her if, for three weeks, mom would go on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays to help put eye drops in the eyes of this 99 year old and help him with breakfast (not cook it, but basically make sure he can get milk in his cereal, or see that he gets enough food, etc).

When she's telling me this, I'm thinking, "eh, I dont know, what if something goes wrong?  I don't think I'd want to be doing something medical to someone I don't know terribly well." 

But she finishes up by saying, "So when she told me all that, I said, Sure!  No problem!  I live close enough to his place I can just walk there."

Wow....

She's gonna help some guy she barely knows with eye drops and food.  She's a saint.  A saint, I tell ya.

POLT