My daughter had two days when she was hospitalized with bacterial sepsis. The flashing monitors and the USI beeping machines looked like the soundtrack of my worst nightmare. Each hour seemed to pass through a painful mist of IV, drugs against the crisis and bad news.
When I could bring together the energy, I turned to FacebookPublish small pieces of our daughter’s trip and ask for prayers and encouragement.
Not wanting to leave our Medically fragile child Alone, my husband and I spent the nights to share a small window seat like a makeshift bed or to afflict on the solo chair solo of the room. We had arrived at the hospital in ambulance, empty -handed hands, but our community had immediately and graciously intensified to help us.
Everyone supported us
My sister and her husband took care of our older child. My mother wrapped a suitcase with our clothes and toiletries and brought it to us. Friends homemade meal deliveryBakery products, additional clothes and even freshly immersed juice that were the sweetest on my stressed stomach. I would never have been so grateful to our friends and family. Seven years later, I still remember the most tiny gifts and service acts that supported us in these dark hours.
However, one of the most generous offers came from the outside of this nearby circle, and its unexpected reflection continues to surprise me.
A week in our hospital stay, I received A care basket of someone whose name was vaguely familiar. Where did I know it from? I repeated it several times before he hits me – an old high school friend who I hadn’t talked about for 11 years.
And yet, more than a decade later, she had taken the time to probably drive half an hour from the house to deliver a basket of care to my family and me. Generosity overwhelmed me.
Inside the basket, I found an inspiring and cardboard newspaper, blurred socks, slowly scented soaps, snacks and other sweet offers that spoke to his own experience as a mother of a sick child. In the menu, she shared how her daughter had fought against cancer and how things inside this basket were the things she thought she would have benefited from her long stays in difficult hospital, including the socks for cold and sterile soils.
Generosity moved me
It is one of the most moving examples of generosity that I have never known, and to date, memory flooded me with gratitude
My daughter made a full and miraculous recovery. She is a healthy and 7 -year -old girl – it is easy to forget that she has never been at the dawn of death because her life is so full of vitality. But I never want to forget what this basket of care and other gifts, meals and reflected gestures meant for my family. This is why I am convinced that it is important to always appear for other people faced with difficult circumstances.
From my own experience in the hospital, I tried to pay it to other families in crisis by delivering meals, offering an ear to listen to or by sending a set of care. Because I know, from the deepest part of my heart, that in the darkest hour, even the smallest act of kindness brings hope.
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