I chat with this woman Lou almost every week. She's an older lady with electric orange hair and an easy smile. She's a registered nurse and a therapist for youth with schizophrenia. I asked her about Thanksgiving, and she got a bit sad at the thought of not seeing her patients over the week, especially during what is one of the more difficult weeks for many of her patients. It's easy to forget that some holidays mean totally different things to other people, and the idea of sitting down with family and friends is something that isn't a reality for many people. Lou is a gem. I see her hugging giant, tattooed men in the streets all the time, patting their cheeks, smiling.