She was crabby! Grumpy! She yelled at the nurses and complained all the time. Just the kind of person I like to avoid, but I couldn’t because she was in the bed next to my mother in a rehab center. Every day when I went to visit my mother, I hoped that 'she' would be sleeping or at physical therapy. One day God whispered in my ear, “When you do it unto the least of these, you do it to me.” Oh! OK! My sister and I started showering Mrs. Grumpy with care and kindness: We brought her flowers, cookies, said “Hi” and asked her, “What may we do for you today?"