Unfortunately, after a year of personal tragedies forced her to miss work, Amy was fired and a large part of my heart went with her. She was like a daughter to me and reciprocated my love. She recently (since her dismissal) chaperoned me to an important congregational function by walking beside my power-chair the seven blocks while lighting my way with her cellphone as a flashlight (Brit: torch). I could write a book about the countless things she did for me.

Management's attempt to appease her was to offer her permanent graveyard shift which would have meant that she would never see her new husband or three adorable adopted grandchildren. Of course she refused.