I have always been told what a loving, caring person I am. I know I inherited this trait from my mother. I love helping elderly people and bringing a smiles to their faces. About 15 years ago, my father was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. He went through heavy doses of chemo and radiation. He wanted to spend his final days in his home, so my mother and I took care of all his needs and made sure he was as comfortable as possible. I administered his daily shots to boost his blood cell count. He passed in 2002. That left mom to live by herself. She ended up deeply depressed, so I insisted she move in with me and my family. Of course, she had her own medical problems, which got much worse after a hip replacement. I tried to encourage her to do things like walking, eating and socializing some. This did help her, and it gave me a sense of accomplishment that, yes, I could help other people. From then on, I just want to help others do the best they can to be happy in their lives.