I just saw a great documentary called Paper Dolls about Filipino caregivers for the elderly in Israel. They face intolerance, not only for their foreigness but because they're transvestites. Somehow they endure this to give the most astoundingly sweet care to old men and women. The film paints a portrait of their dreams and obstacles, their friendship and fun times putting on shows.
A wide ranging picture for less than two hours, but the images that stay with me are their fey silhouettes mostly woman but not quite and their hands soothing people who are scared and sore and who might otherwise be alone.
Where do you find the strength to be there for someone 24 hours a day and deal with their physical and mental failings with a calm, steady, gentle hand and voice? It takes a special kind of person to get this good at it, but it comes from love.
Go give some.
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