This story reminds me of walking around outside a hospital when I was recuperating from a nasty eye problem. The only other person who seemed to want to see the outdoors was a thin little old lady who smoked. She had her IV drip on a rolling pole / holder with her. She was enjoying the ducks and the spring and the sunshine, joking away about things. We had a great conversation. When she laughed, which was often, it sounded like gravel rolling around in a barrel. I still admire her whenever I think about her.