On August 31, my mom held a motorcycle rally at her hotel. Heaps of people turned out, and as I chatted with the bikers, I heard story after story of how my mom touched their hearts. These people could have been anywhere in the world that Saturday, but they chose to be in Wildwood with Mom.
One fellow from Edmonton, Dan, told me a story of how a number of years ago he and his wife were riding back from B.C. in the rain. He said they both were soaked and frozen by the time they reached Wildwood. He said Mom took them in, helped spread out their wet gear throughout the bar so it would dry, gave them food, drink, and a room to sleep. He said he will forever remember her kindness. He attends every rally she has, and he stops in to visit if he happens to be passing through the area. He said, "Cal, your mom is amazing; she makes everyone feel so loved."
What would my mom do if she were a teacher? She would love each of her students and colleagues unconditionally; let's do what Gladys would do.
Love is something if you give it away.