I am still very close with the first gal I got to learn from. She wasn't a JOB She is now a dear friend and big part of my heart. I met her while in Dallas. I was 23, she 45. She has M S. Caring for others began with her. She has a motor chair she used with 1 hand. She has collected things she loves. I became her hands so she could enjoy them! Sitting so long, so bedsores! I'd put ointment on those areas. Repositioned her, less pressure on areas! I did some laundry each day. I put makeup on her, curled her hair, jewelry she'd pick after seeing herself, clothes she'd want to wear. She got so proud of herself, smiling, a bright light she gave to me! Made small meals so she could use her hands. She liked things I made to eat to be simple. I got the honor to sit, laugh, even cry with her, hug her! She showed me, her own way, each person has individual needs