Another true story of the value of laughter.
Years ago; before I met Mrs McFate, she had a job while in college working at homes for people with developmental disabilities. Some were autistic, others had Downs syndrome or had brain injuries. All were regarded as "high functioning" and just needed some help to get through their day; making sure they ate and kept up with their personal hygiene. The employees were also responsible for driving the "clients" to their various appointments by shuttling them in the house's 15 passenger van.
The job was mostly easy but there were times of high stress and the pay was very low. One of the supervisors was having a terrible week and had decided that she was going to quit as soon as she was done driving the appointment van for the day. My wife was riding in back with the clients as they dropped them off at various destinations. Mrs McFate dressed as a hippie/gypsy most of the time and would wear second hand clothes at work. She had recently broken her usual pair of eyeglasses and was wearing an old pair which were no longer her current prescription.
As they dropped off the last clients at a place where they had facilitated jobs, Mrs Mc was moving from the back of the van with the clients to the front passenger seat. As she tried to get out if the van one of the job facilitators held her back by the shoulders and said " no dear, this isn't your stop". The coworker who was going to quit absolutely lost it, laughing to the point of tears. She thanked Mrs Mc for bringing joy back to her job and went on to become a manager and worked there for several more years.