My Grandmother, a feisty 91 and living alone in a small town in Oregon, had a total hip replacement and was house bound. Our family, not being nearby, was concerned for her welfare and called Meals on Wheels. We let the service know how Grandmother didn’t like the idea of being dependant on anyone for anything.
The next day a volunteer phoned Grandmother and cheerfully explained that Meals on Wheels is a service which relies on volunteers to help the elderly and the ill. Would she be interested in it?
There was a reflective pause. "Well, sure," my grandmother said. "If you can't find anyone else to get food to the old people, I guess I can."