Being a mom, disabled the past 22 plus years, with kids who are now adults and on their own I've learned little things mean so much. I'm disabled by severe chronic back and nerve pain. It's invisible to most people which is a blessing and a curse. Eight back surgeries, countless procedures, medications too costly and numerous to count as well as hours of physical therapy hasn't lessened my pain. During these years one of my kids went through life and death heart problems, fortunately getting a heart transplant followed by cancer as a result of the rejection meds taken to stay alive. Not easy for any family or disabled mom! I wake up each day grateful I'm alive and blessed to have two kids alive, healthy and thriving. After years and years battling chronic, physical pain I'm left isolated and alone. Little things that mean so much would be a visit from people who care....a meal delivered, a simple gesture that my life matters. The little things aren't terribly expensive but can be viewed as "values" many hold dear. I smile and yearn to be on the receiving end of the "values" I see demonstrated on your heart warming adds.
Submitted by Ann Oliveri