About 30 years have passed since I last saw this lady, so I guess I can tell you a bit of her story. The Presbyterians had just built a grand fully-functioning retirement center with all the perks: it was right next to the inter-coastal waterway, had a large swimming pool, a third-floor medical center, a bowling alley, craft rooms, fine private rooms and a couple of penthouses for those who had the cash. Since the facility was right around the corner from my church, I served as the go-to pastor in emergencies.