My Dad was very near death last year, as some of you who comforted me and made me strong may remember. He was placed in a nursing home to recuperate and for therapy reasons. He is now in an adult foster home--of his own choosing, not mine--and is happy there and grateful for everyone who helped him through his ordeal.
While visiting him at the nursing home, it really bothered me that many of the residents are placed there and then receive no visitors. They would sit and look hopefully, longingly and sadly at the door when people would walk in to the nursing home. That broke my heart, but the saddest, most heart wrenching sight was the residents that had given up and knew they had no one. My dad told me some of their stories...talk about make you cry!!
My husband and I talked it over and restored a vintage 1981 Maico 490--a highly sought after dirtbike!!--that we were keeping for me to try to race again. We sold the bike for a very good sum and went shopping with the money received!! I am so excited for Christmas Eve!!!! We are going to the nursing home and unloading our trailer full of personalized and general goodies in the director's van!!!(With her permission, of course.) Man, I wish I was a mouse!! I want to see the faces of the residents when they all have goodies of their own from 'Santa"....(I will get some pics, though!)
This was by far the biggest thing I have ever done, I will probably never get the chance to do anything this huge again and damn, am I going to miss that bike! It is one bad ass son of a ....ok, you get it! But seriously-- it is worth every bit of it to know that some people will get a joyous occasion after losing everything including their hope....