Community service gets personal

A friend called me recently, distraught, tearful, and saying there was a letter in her mail when she returned from her holiday trip revoking her driver's license for health reasons.

The hurt and dismay were palpable, and I felt helpless to my toes. None of us expect or want such news, but it happens. One minute my friend could drive to the gym and the next she could not. She could go see friends, then she was home alone except for her aging dog. Before the letter, she could drive to Ray's and BiMart for groceries and supplies but no more. Her life changed forever.

As Sisters Transportation and...