After I graduated from high school I worked the summer at a nursing home as the chief butt wiper and diaper changer.  Perhaps that’s why I get that duty or doodey with my mother in law now, I have experience.  Anyhow there was one patient there that I just loved.  His name was Frank and he had been a professional boxer.  Not surprisingly he had Parkinson’s.  Besides that issue he did have a lot of stories to share about his life and if you asked him if he was a boxer, his answer was always; “yes, I boxed oranges”.

A few years later I returned to that facility as an Ombudsman with a small hope that Frank was still there, unfortunately he had moved on to that ring in the sky by then.  You know how you meet people along your life’s travel that have an influence; I count Frank in that group.