During mom’s stay in the hospital, there was a black man who was from room service from the food department. I don’t remember his name but he was pleasure to see when he delivered mom’s food tray. You could see the joy and peace of God in him just by looking. He was charming and didn’t seem to let things bother him. Every time he came into mom’s room with a tray of food I pray to God to give me the peace and joy he has. I want that.