Jim and I help each other every day! Happy Sunday! :) ((hugs))

I just helped my boyfriend an hour ago, LMAO!

Just yesterday.

Yesterday at the grocery store...helped her get instant rice off of the top shelf.

It was last tuesday i always go shopping with my grandma on a tuesday to help her with her shopping.

I myself am 56 and would qualify to be an elderly person. Still I do find people older than me and somewhat more incapacitated than me, almost on a daily basis. I do all that I can to help them with whatever difficulty they might have. But there is one difference. I am particular that my help is voluntary, based on my own observations and judgment. If an elderly person is to come to me asking for help I make my own assessment as to whether the person is trying to exploit my helping nature. If so - I direct them elsewhere where they may or may not find help. I insist on finding people who need and deserve help all on my own by myself.

A few weeks ago I was down in Florida visiting my parents, Everyone down there is elderly.

20 min. ago.(I live with the folks and help when needed)

When I helped myself out of bed this a.m.!!! LOL

I held the door open for an elderly woman at the grocery store yesterday.

Day before yesterday,The licencing officer asked me to give my latest photograph when I was giving her one which I had taken few days ago. She looked at my gray hair and white beard and glasses and said that. So that evening I shaved and cut and dyed my hair and went back to her and then she was happy to see the same person in the photograph when she handed over my renewed licence.I helped myself!

Just yesterday. An elderly lady dropped her cell phone, I picked it up and ran after her to return it. She seemed quite annoyed that I gave back to her, I think she was trying to make a get-a-way after dropping the phone on purpose !! :)

Last week an elderly woman left her credit card on a counter I was next in line saw it and brought it to her outside. I lost my place in line though.

Two hours ago by opening the door to my building!

earlier this morning. i took my Mamere (French for grandma) out to lunch. during that period, i did a multiple of nice things....opening doors, helping her change, pulling out chairs for her to sit, cutting her food, and driving her where she wanted to go. (shes not allowed to drive anymore...my dads rule...) =) ++++

Usually everyday. I have an eldery lady that has Alzheimers and so when her husband leaves for whatever I keep an eye on her. +5

this morning. i live with my gramma. i have to help her always, and it doesnt bother me.

I don't generally stray from a core group of people but here's an answer I posted on March 11. He was an older man... Today as I was driving I noticed a dog standing in the street. His leash was on the ground beside him. It struck me that he was going nowhere but looking off to the side. I looked where the dog was looking and noticed a man laying down on the sidewalk. He was older, maybe about 55 or so. I rushed through the intersection in my truck, cutting a vehicle off. The person made gestures of their dissatisfaction with my actions. I pulled up next to the dog and hopped out of my truck. As I walked towards the man on the ground the dog make a slight move towards me. I saw in his eyes though that he meant no harm. I grabbed his leash and continued to where the man was laying on the ground. He reached for his dogs leash and I handed it to him. He seemed relieved his dog was OK. As he reached for the leash he turned his head toward me. He was bleeding. I asked him if he was OK. He said he was but wasn't getting up. All this time there were two people standing within ten feet of me. One was a young black guy, about 20 to 25 years old. The other was a neatly dressed woman, maybe 45 years old. She was talking on her cell phone, smiling and laughing as she carried on her conversation and never once made any indication of paying any attention to what was going on in front of her. The young guy was about five feet away. I stepped behind the man on the ground ran my arms under his and across his chest and raised him, expecting he would take a stand but he wouldn't and I didn't understand why. The young guy said to me "he can't stand up". I really didn't understand why he said that and I told the man to stand. He didn't and again the young guy said "he can't stand up". Not understanding I softly placed the man on the sidewalk and asked him if he could stand. He wasn't very responsive, somewhat like a drunk man. He slowly stood up, rather shaken, touching his face and seeing the blood on his hand. I asked him if he was OK. He said he was. I asked him if he needed medical help and he said he did not. I went to my truck and pulled out some napkins for him to clean himself with I again asked him if he was OK and he said he was. I told him OK but as I stepped toward my car I was looking in his eyes. His eyes were locked into mine. He seemed amazed... amazed probably that I had helped him. I still don't understand everything that happened and it still seems pretty surreal to me but I couldn't believe that no one else had.

A few hours ago .. on the phone with my elderly mother. This round, it was brainstorming ways to deal with vision problems, in very practical ways. How to keep track of different denominations of paper money when you're having difficulty seeing it .. and .. once you HAVE that system, how to politely but assertively ask clerks to slow down and give you back your change one denomination at a time so you can get it put away properly. Went on to brainstorm changing needs for many daily living tasks - what's in the special catalogs - what might be tried out, etc.

It was that time when she was broken down on the side of the road...........she pushed while I steered.

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