DISCOUNTED BY MAN, A TOOL IN GOD'S HAND
DISCOUNTED BY MAN, A TOOL IN GOD’S HAND It was not your usual audience. To my right, an elderly man sat crumpled in a wheelchair, his eyes closed and his head drooped over one shoulder. Towards the front, a lady sat wringing her hands, and softly moaning, “Where am I? Please help me.” Others sat smiling vacantly, lost in their own thoughts. A group of us were visiting a chronic care residence. I was leading the sing-song. We had already done “Daisy, Daisy”, “Frere Jacques” and several others. A group member whispered to me,” See that lady over there? Her name is Violet*(not her real name). She‘s been the soloist in the town choir for years. You should ask her to do a number.” I considered. It seemed to me that Violet was in the chronic care residence for a reason. Most people there had severe mental and/or physical disabilities, and quite often Alzheimer’s disease.