I work at a nursing home as a nursing assistant. One of my favorite residents was a very independant fun guy. One day i went into work and he wasnt doing well at all. He couldnt get out of bed and looked very skinny and clammy. I did the best i could to keep him comefortable. I also talked to his family (which i got to know very well) and tried to comfort them the best i could. The next day of work i sadly found out he had passed away.

My earliest memory was when my family and I lived in an old farm house. We had a bunch of cats running around all the time. One day i remember my dad had a big fire burning in the driveway. Out of no where this guy came walking over and said four of our cats got hit by a truck. I rmember my dad and I walking to the road and picking up the cats by the tail and bringing them back to our house and throwing them into the fire.