One Christmas I saw this old man who lived in my building walking down the street crying. I asked him what was wrong. He tells me he wanted to go visit his son in The Home, but he had lost his way and forgot where his son lived. This old guy was about 90 years old and I knew his memory was failing. He had a son who was mentally challenged and lived in a group home. I told the old guy know problem, we will go visit your son. I cancelled all my plans, found out where the son lived which was a 2 hour drive from Toronto. The old guy and I drove there, spent the day in the group home celebrating Christmas with his son and the others. To see the joy on this old man's face was worth driving to the moon to see it.
Anyway, it was a Christmas I will always cherish.

Bonnie