Darlene (41) and Denis (64) are special needs. We "adopted" Darlene into our family when I was in high school. She's a fiery spitball I tell ya. Very high functional, takes exceptional care of herself (has better oral hygiene than the average Joe) and of Denis, who requires more assistance. They live together in a cute little apartment close to the beach. Their funds are extremely limited; they both have jobs and the great sense of humor to boot. Darlene will call my house and leave messageS. Plural. If she wants to speak to my mom, or me she's relentless. Tonight the issue was bus passes and "poops". Apparently Denis' counselor showed up at his work and Denis had to leave without being able to clarify his counselor's instructions regarding his bus pass. In addition to that, Denise has to get this Raison Brand cereal, because he's a little backed up. The last time I paid them a visit it was to set up Denis' new Ghetto blaster in his bedroom. I checked on the hamster and gave Darlene a really nice Crest Oral B rotary toothbrush. I'm thinking with her hands getting shakier, I'll need to visit more often, so, today I will make a point of marking my calendar for some regular visits - I know how much they'd love a spaghetti supper (and stocking of their freezer). Omar will happily play on Darlene's play station, the last time we were there Denis taught Omar to play "Trouble".
Some people could care less to help out people society might prefer not to see at all. For me, it makes me feel really good. I don't get paid, I don't get acknowledged but I get to feel great and care for people I love.