Monday, October 13, 2008

Another Last Meal Served. . .

. . .but it was a happy meal. My buddy Toby left Hope Care Center on two much-stronger legs than those that walked in. He came to us about three months ago with not an ounce of fat on his weak frame. And he came to Hope with every intention of getting well so he could return home.

So he ate.

I learned after a week or so that I needed to plan for one or two extra servings for him at each meal and he appreciated every morsel. It was wonderfully rewarding to see him grow stronger and more talkative each day. And in those months he gained 37 pounds. Thirty-seven. Granted, it took more than food to help him recover. Regular meds and a caring nursing staff kept him upright and moving toward the dining room. But I do take a lot of pride in his recovery. He asked for recipes for a couple of his favorite dishes and I couldn't have been more sincere when I hugged him goodbye and told him I would miss him.

Have I told you lately how much I love my job?

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