My mother is a service coordinator for people with developmental disabilities. That means she helps people with disabilities, and their families, choose the services they need, and choose service providers. She's brilliant at what she does. Everybody loves her. She's probably the best person doing what she does, and I'm not even sure she really knows it. She just loves the work. She's good at it because she cares. Really cares. Hates the paperwork, I think, because it gets in the way of really doing her job, but loves the work. The most difficult part of her job is dealing with the stupid people... not the people with mental retardation, but the stupid people who just don't get it. People like the former principal at my brother's school, who told her at his IPP meeting that "maybe he should just go to a different school." I've just realized that it is because she saves all of her patience for work, that she has none for me.