Truthfully, Marlene, I was really uncomfortable at first, but it only took one incident to change that.
There was a gentleman there who was so profoundly affected, that he really could not do much in the way of a real job. When I first started selling PrimeAgra, it was in boxes. He would put on a tyvek coverall, and sit in a chair with a school desk. They would then surround him with a four-sided plywood enclosure, and start dumping the bulk bags of "rocks" on the floor around him. Someone would hand him a pre-assembled box, and he'd start scooping and dumping. If he missed, no big deal, he'd pick it up with another scoop. When the box was full, he'd swap it for a new one, and someone else would correct the final volume and tape it closed.
One day when they were delivering a load to my home, he came along. When he saw me, he ran up and gave me a big hug, as - finally, for the first time ever - he felt like he was contributing something at work.
I think the driver, he, and I all had tears that day.