Those that needed food, rides to dr's, groceries, or just a friendly visit, (which always included bringing over a meal or a desert), also they arranged for someone to visit people that were sick or in the hospital...every day...not just one day. Then they divided up the 'territory' and off they went. A car full, or one or two alone. Every member was cared for in the way that they needed care.
Now that's what I think real brotherly love is. I bet they didn't write the time down on a card to see who helped the most, huh? Mr. flipper, I don't know what to say. It has to be him that tells them he needs to slow down. And if they can't find someone right away to fill his shoes, tough. Good lord, what do they expect? I swear it seems to me there is no respect for elderly people anywhere anymore. He is being used.