One of the greatest joys of being a respiratory therapist is when I have to do a breathing treatment in a room with two sweet little old ladies and they are so happy to see me.
I don't feel I go out of my way to do anything special for them, just provide another person to converse with. Oh, I may offer to sneak them in a pop or something. Or I may do something simple like help one of them take a sip of water.
Then, after I wrap up the treatment, I say something like, "Well, you young ladies behave yourselves now," and I leave the room.
And, as I'm standing just outside the door, I hear the following conversation, which of course is extremely loud because neither of the ladies can hear worth a darn.
"Now, isn't that the nicest young man?"
"Yep," the other says, "He's such a nice one."
