When I first started as a paralegal in the year 2000, I was placed under an attorney who primarily handled real estate and minor client problems. It was a sizeable office, and slowly I was transitioned to helping clients solve problems with bill collectors, defective merchandise, etc. One day a woman called me as she was upset about the medical bills for her husband. He was in a special home and had Alzheimer’s. She was quite unpleasant as she was angry about her husband’s condition and took her frustrations out on me. I didn’t say anything except to just listen. She told me I had no idea how difficult it was to visit him every day and that he had no idea who she was. All I could say was that I was truly sorry and would do my best to help her. Eight years later my son decided that he wanted to finish college in Ireland. He had injured his foot with a Jones fracture playing handball. It made it difficult to attend college as he was on crutches. So, one night when I was working late, he asked me, “Since you have always wanted to go home to Ireland why don’t I go to school there?” That was all it took. Over the course of several months, he was forced to take the SAT’s again even though he had attended an international university in California. I had originally wanted to go to Cork as that was where the bulk of my family was from. As luck would have it, he was accepted at a university in Dublin County.Before we left, we decided to visit his godmother whom I had been friends with since before he was born. I also had no warm clothing having lived in states that had mild temperatures. We flew to Massachusetts and stayed with his godmother, her husband and at that time her mother who was also living with them. The mother was always such a wonderful person but now she had Alzheimer’s. She wasn’t the short-tempered mean type of person but still remained quite nice although often confused. The first night I saw firsthand what the disease was really like. Even though the godmother spoke to her mother and called her mom she still had no idea who she was. Monday through Friday her mother was picked up and went to adult daycare. She seemed to enjoy it. A few days passed but only after I had made Irish bread which was both my friend and her mother’s favorite. My son agreed to stay home as he had no desire to go shopping and would be ready when her mother returned on the bus. We headed off and she helped me find great clothes for the Irish winters. She checked in with my son who was quite happy quietly reading a book. When 3:00 pm. arrived so did the bus. He went out to greet her and believe it or not she knew exactly who he was. She greeted him and told him he had certainly grown. He made her tea and Irish bread. Then, he sat at the table while she ate. When we returned home, she still had no clue who her daughter was. The entire visit she never knew who I was and always asked me when she saw me who I was. The balance of the trip, though, she did remember my son.In the Good Gus series people were of all ages. Today I saw a short article about Good Father Gus. He was a slave and a priest. Think about checking out an e-book in the series. “Misplaced Trust” is about my true crime and greed experiences as a paralegal. The e-book is just waiting for you to read.