SINSULL - good one!

My Mom was always embarassing me when I was a kid by talking to complete strangers. Once, she had surgery for something, and I could never find her when I went to visit because she'd be in someone else's room chatting.

I might have posted this before, but she was in the hospital for a long while before she died. There was a cleaning woman who would always switch her O2 over from mask to nose thingies and move her meal tray to her bed so she could eat. The day after my Mom died, I made a point of finding that woman and telling her how much I and my Mom had appreciated her help. I told her my Mom had said that she'd done more to help than any of the doctors or nurses on that floor. I don't think she had a clue how much what she did mattered, or that anyone even noticed.

I was in rush hour traffic in DC and bumped the truck in front of me. I sat stuck there, and watched as the driver got out and strode purposefully toward me, checking for damage on the way. I rolled down the window expecting to get yelled at at the very least. He smiled, and asked if I was OK. There were no dings or dents, he said, but he wanted to make sure I hadn't been hurt.