Working with older adults (and I mean 80 year-olds and older) never ceases to entertain me. Oftentimes as I am setting up an appointment to visit my families, they will give me directions to their house (despite my assurance that Google can get me there); and those directions will include some random landmark. That is where "turn left at the purple mailbox" originated.
I consider myself blessed to get to walk alongside families as they navigate the elder care maze. I get to hear amazing stories of surviving the Holocaust, living through the depression, being a test-pilot for the Air Force, and raising families. I wouldn't trade those stories for a new BMW; they have enriched my life and taught me invaluable lessons. I hope I have given to those families at least a fraction of what they have given me.