One very touching moment: Brian (quadraplegic) asked me like 40 times in 20 minutes "How are you?" I said "Good, and you?" "Fine"..."How are you?"...Always a smile on his face.
Then, as he was sitting on the patio, eating breakfast, he motioned to me to pick a flower. I thought he wanted one for himself. I picked one (a dandelion), gave it to him with a smile, and started to walk back to continue painting. He voiced to me, and held up his withered hand, with the flower...
he wanted me to pick the flower for him, to give to me.
Aww, man...I'm in tears.