One Moment Can Give

With Father’s Day reminders happening all last week, I’m reminded of a story at a special needs home where my dad worked as a cook when I was a teenager. It was a place for about a dozen adults. This was his second job; by trade, he was also a chef at his primary job.

In high school, one summer, I worked for him, not because my skills were good; I was mostly kept busy with small tasks.

Well, one afternoon, my mom stopped by for a tour of this unique house, and she met the residents, learning that every two roomies had a staff member who assisted them. The home had a recreation room with a ping pong table, a pool table, exercise equipment, and a library where residents could read, paint, and color pictures.