My 91 year old mother regularly visits a retirement home. There is a woman she visits who is almost bedridden. Her son does not come to visit and she cannot see well enough to read. So she sits there day after day alone waiting for a visitor to break up the silence and loneliness.

Recently mother told me she is going to get the woman a television for her room so she has something to do, so she won’t feel so lonely. She will have access to news and in some small way will hopefully still feel part of the world outside the four walls of her tiny room.

When I grow up I want to be like my mother, who is the kindest and most thoughtful person I know. I want to be the woman who reads to the blind. Who visits the shut ins. Who is able to buy a television for someone so they can make it until my next visit. My mother is pure love, the kind of love God asks each of us to be.