On the way in, we walked down a hallway where we could just see in to a few of the rooms where some residents lived who couldn't leave their rooms. I'd brought a youth group to a nursing home to sing carols to the people there, and these patients weren’t able even to make the trip to the common room where we would be singing. A couple of boys behind me ribbed each other and snickered as we passed these ancient, withered old bodies, with their startled-looking, or else vacant, eyes and open mouths.