Thank you. I was in my 40s then, but i only did that for about 2 years. It was depressing and I used to come home crying. I fell in love with so many of the residents. But some broke my heart, the ones with no family, or family who would not come. To watch someone taken from bed, get dressed and see them set in their wheelchair in front of the window to watch the day go by, with people coming and going but never for them, breaks your heart. Some people hired a person to sit in the room with their loved one, both for companionship but also to be there to help them to the potty and feed them and stuff without having to push a call button and hope someone would come in in a timely fashion to help. I saw a lady totally paralyzed who blew through a straw to turn on her lights or TV. She couldn't have a sip of water unless someone came in and held a glass with a straw to her lips. I saw another lady who was legally blind. She had a headlamp with a magnifying lens that magnified stuff by like 1000% because she was creating an elaborate embroidered quilt for her great great grandbaby. Apparently all her life she'd done it for every grandchild. She had a private room and had this whole setup in front of her windows with the fabric on like a wood stretcher thing, and it was just stunning. So many sweet people in there. I try every Christmas to pick a nursing home and stop in to grab names from the angel tree and shop for them. Their wants are so simple and basic I cry while I shop. A warm throw blanket. A nightgown. Warm socks. Bath gel. Just think of the people there with no family to buy them just this. All of that at walmart is $25. But they dont have it. The older i get (63) the more I cry for people's situations, stuff just gets to me more and more...sorry for the long reply...💜