Since my sister broke her leg a few weeks ago, she has been visited by an occupational therapist. When we first saw him, it was at my parents home. Since that first time, he has been caring, humble, and respectful. He has encouraged my sister the whole time and helped her solve problems with only her safety in mind. When she was getting ready to move back to her house, he met us there and walked through several issues and concerns. My nephew was living at the house on his own for the first time and when we got there, the house was in a shambles. The therapist never batted an eye or made a comment. He even made the effort to have a conversation with my nephew and remembered it the next time he saw him. Now that my sister has been home for a week, the therapist felt that she has made great progress and is good to go, so today was his last visit. He sat on the floor as usual and gave her some final words of advice and reassurance. He also let her know that she can call him if there is anything else she needs help with. As he worked with my sister, she knew and trusted that he always had her well being as his top priority. We were sad to say good-bye to him, but grateful for all we learned from him in many different ways.

I Found God today in a very caring and humble therapist.