Being there

I had a series of difficult things happen in my life – all in a row. People didn’t understand and began avoiding me .
But one friend knew what to do. One day while I was out getting medical care, she stopped by my home and left a complete dinner for me with a card and her name on it. It read simply “Thinking of you”.

As I went inside, my fears from the day began to dissolve and changed into gratitude. I felt better immediately. Instead of feeling alone, I realized that she, like many others who perhaps didn’t know how to reach out, were with me in my emotional and physical pain. This was a sheer gift – and it wasn’t about the meal (although that was , on a practical level, helpful). This kind act of my friend nourished my soul.