The doors opened, we got in, and turned around. Suddenly we heard a very loud and authoritative, “Hold that elevator!” As the doors hung open, a white-haired, wheel-chaired, older gentleman scooted towards us astonishingly quickly and efficiently with his feet. Zip! and he was in the elevator. It had been a late-night visit with my mother at her assisted-living community. Mom had a broken hip, and we were checking in on the newly hired…
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