Richard Hurzeler

Patsy was grounded in the bed with Parkinson’s—she could no longer talk, only grunt softly. I, the volunteer, made eye contact and abided her slight head motions for yes or no answers. Yet in that frail frame I sensed a strong Faith as I offered her songs, prayers, and words. I... Read More →

This is the story of Ernest Trice, who entered my life in a way I can only ascribe to Divine Providence. I am a volunteer who visits elderly and disabled persons in nursing homes. Several years ago I asked a staff member at one of these homes if they had anyone who could use a... Read More →

                                                                People going into nursing homes fear both loss of independence and having little to do. Some, who are literate, maintain a degree of control by devouring books. On my visits to homes as a volunteer I’ve encountered... Read More →