In our office, we have volunteers who come in from time to time to help out. They're people dealing with mental illness and are trying to get back on their feet. The lovely lady who comes in often in Edna. I love her. She's so sweet and works hard. She made me coffee today. When I thanked her she told me she was
honored to do so. (She grew up in Japan and was brought up very strictly when it came to traditions, customs.) I mean, how can you not tear up at something like that?
