I had the worst acid reflux I had ever had while a patient here. I couldn't eat or drink without pain and had been unable to eat for days. When I finally started to feel up to eating one night, it was after the kitchen was closed. As I was telling Julus about this, he offered to run to Kwik Trip (the gas station down the street) to get me mashed potatoes and gravy, and he did! I could finally eat comfortably, and it felt so good to eat and have somebody care that much. Especially because he didn't really know me. It meant so much. Anybody who would go that extra mile for someone is a good person in my book!