Just Sit and Listen

Last night I began volunteering at a nearby nursing home. When I signed up for this program, I was a bit worried about the informality of it all. I don't know anything about living with a severe disability. Didn't I need a special lecture on elder safety or something?

Anyway, I spent most of my first visit just sitting and listening to an old lady as she recalled seemingly unrelated pieces of her life, from her last shower to her childhood in the deep south. Since she was nearly deaf, there wasn't much point in me saying much. She seemed glad that I was there, so I guess it was helpful. At least I didn't hurt anyone.