Conga line

At work the other day, Brendan's area had the Christmas party for the dementia patients.  He told me that he was dancing to the music behind the counter.  The women workers convinced him to go out and dance with the patients and their families.  He ended up leading a conga line for all of the patients.  He said the families told him how much fun it was.  I imagine that it made the day for some of the elderly dementia patients.  I am so proud of who Brendan is.

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