I have an 93 year old friend that I met at a restaurant, and have been friends with him for about the last 10 years. A few years back, I was asked to take him to the hospital for gall bladder surgery, and even cared for his wife, who had dementia, while he was having surgery. His wife has recently passed away, but he is still "chugging along", but doesn't get out much. We picked him up at his house and drove him to his favorite restaurant where we had some great laughs, and got to talk about his deceased wife, and the fun we had together. We spent two hours enjoying dinner, but none of us will forget it too soon. I didn't do it for any accolades. I didn't do it for a pat on my back. I did it because I hope to God if I was lucky enough to be that age, someone remembers me, and lets me go to dinner with them, because it is the right thing to do.