I have a neighbor who's 84 years old, I was cutting my grass out by the road and he waved me over to him. He said he was going to have his hip replaced and wondered if I would cut his grass for a few weeks, I said sure. He had his hip replaced and the day after he fell and his wife called to see if I would help him back up, I take one look at him and call 911. They take him in and he broke the bone that the new hip piece is screwed into. I'll be cutting their grass and clearing their snow till he's up and ready to take over. If he needs, I'll do it till he say's stop or they both die. He calls me just about every day and thanks me and I tell him the best thank's he can give me is to get better and don't worry about anything. "But thats just me"