I was out in the field today and went to the home of a middle aged woman who suffers from seizures, hallucinations and substance abuse. She was confused and her thought process was very impaired. She is also dirt poor. I almost cried talking to her. How this poor woman manages to survive is beyond me. I'll help her by getting some services in place, but what I can offer pales in comparison to what she needs. When she hears voices she goes into her bedroom and colors velvet posters with magic markers. She calls it her art. When I left she asked me which posters I liked the best. When I told her, she gave me two of them. Her precious art. This woman has nothing, yet she shared what she had in a gesture of friendship. Amazing.