Hello my dear Brother J!
I try not to be pest, but shit-working happens. As a C6/C7 quadriplegic for over 40 years, my well-being has been assisted by a host (Well over 100 to date!) of caregivers. Some have been licensed nurses, others just kindly souls willing to learn. (Kevin Hart hasn't applied yet!) My current caregiver literally saved my life when the nursing service she worked for began sending my team to a new account paying 3X more. After weeks of literal abandonment by her service (I had to engage a lawyer.), she risked her job and nursing licence by coming to help me after hours. Thanks to my lawyer's efforts, I was able to ditch the bogus service and hire her privately.
Last week, after she expressed interest, I gave the shy, quiet, kindly lady a paperback copy of Starve a Bully, Feed a Champion. She showed up this week, book-in-hand, pumped like I've never seen her. She talked for over an hour about sharing her first "amazing" reading with her two best friends!
I'm trying to take your advice about getting to the place where I can act like this Grace/Miracle stuff is just normal, but, DAMN!, That's easier said than done! :-)