Six weeks ago, I had surgery for a fractured ankle. I am non-weight bearing so any excursions outside my home becomes a major undertaking. Hobbling down the stairs to the car and packing up the scooter is just the beginning of a time-consuming ordeal to simply get out of the house to an appointment or an occasional bite to eat. Usually the person helping me through this process is a family member or a close friend for which I am totally grateful but not surprised. This is what we do for people we know and love. I have received nice cards, messages, meals and many other indications of their care and concern for me and I know that I would do the same thing for them if our roles were reversed.