What tells you I didn't?
What tells you I didn't contribute to my clients more than just my professional skills?
What tells you that I didn't take that 72 year old developmentally disabled man, with diabetes and emphyzema to lunch once every too weeks, his only "outing," his only chance to go to his favorite lunch place. What tells you that I didn't have to face, with him, the disgusted looks of some other diners, when he started coughing and mucous spilled out of his nose into the soup he was eating? What makes you think I didn't pay for some new clothes, the first he had in years, so that he could go to a movie theater, without being embarrassed by the smell of old tobacco, feces, and urine that hung around him?
What makes you think that, when I finally found a new apartment where he could actually look out and see some trees, instead of his old apartment, with the only window facing a blind wall, 3 feet from where he stood, that I didn't purchase a small television for him, so that he could watch his favorite program, which he had not been able to watch for 8 months because his old, third hand, television had died!
What makes you think that I didn't give the best of myself, with joy, to those people who were treated like lepers by most? What makes you think I didn't actually feel love for that old, dirty, stinky man, with nails as brown as tobacco, with old food stuck into his 20 inch beard, with lices in his unwashed hair?
What makes you think I didn't feel like "I" had given birth to him, when I, (with the help of a personal care person, working for minimum wage) had succeeded in getting him to take a bath, twice a week, and convinced him to allow me to pay for a barber to shave his 20 inches beard, and to shave his long gray hair, and I watched him walk to his new place in his (almost) new, clean clothes?
What makes you think I didn't cry when he died just 2 years later, after having finally lived in a REAL home, and having finally found pride in the way he looked. . and after he told his care taker that he wanted ME to have his TV, his most precious possession!
Am I being overly emotional? Yes, I am.
Maybe you should try it. It might change the way you see people.