Gosh Darn It! We DO Give a Damn!

Mrs. R is of strong stock. I have spoken about her before. She grew up on a farm and lived there her entire life until she came to live at ‘The Walk.’ She is confused at times and her type of confusion causes her much grief. She asks where her parents are and insists that they left her where she is and that they don’t know where she is to find her. She becomes afraid. Thinks everyone is forgetting her and leaving her alone. So, yesterday after class she was still sitting while the coordinator and I saw some of the other students back to their suites, all the while assuring her that we were not leaving her and would take her to lunch shortly. She was still agitated and looked at me, all frail and with soulful eyes and said, “nobody gives a darn about me!” I looked right at her and said, “you’re right Mrs. R, we don’t give a darn about you! We give a damn!” She then patted my arm and we both smiled as we headed to the dining room.