When my wife was warded in the hospital some time back, there was a senile old lady from the old folks home admitted to the bed next to her after an operation on her ankle. My wife used to take care of her, covering her up when she removed her cloths and threw them away, giving her a drink when she would bring her empty hands to her mouth in the gesture of having a drink while there was none in her hand, and calling out to the nurses when she tried to force herself from her bed or went into a state of shortness of breath. One day she was carted way by the nurses after my wife tried to wake her up as she slowly slipped into a state of unconsciousness. We never saw her again.
Then this lady patient took up the bed that was occupied by the grandma earlier. She was there for another operation after having had one earlier. She was very friendly. She told my wife that she and her group of friends would collect plastic bottles, cardboard, paper, tin, and things made of iron and other things that could be recycled and sell them to a collector. She surprised us when she said that they had managed to collect RM 32,000 from the sales of these trash. She surprised us further when she told us that they had donated the amount collected to a local Chinese temple.