I stopped by the nursing home today to work one-on-one with some of my "students." I paid impromptu visits to a couple of others to see how their writing is going. I'm glad I did. One of the women, who has written on two topics during the past four days despite a change in medication that makes her tired, told me: "I'm glad we have people like you to show us and help us bring (our memories) out. Otherwise we might not find them."
I've known for a long time that volunteering is its own reward, but this is particularly gratifying.