Little Pockets of Nice

The delay in getting Lulu into a room was stressful.  After we were kicked out of recovery, we went over to Guillermo’s to grab a bite to eat.  About 3/4 of the way through our meal, we get the call to come back.  We hurry over (because that is my only speed).  Billy Bob knew there was no need to rush but he humored me.

We are packed as if we are going on an expedition (her backpack, my bag and books, flowers and balloon we had just purchased from the hospital gift shop). B steps into the restroom.  I am trying to hold everything.  Heavy. Requiring me to kneel down.  What a sight I must have been!

A gentleman walks by and he thinks I am doubled over in grief or pain.  He stops what he is doing, puts his hand on my shoulder, and asks how he can help me? And like that, a human touch calmed me.  And I am reminded that despite all that is going on in the world, little pockets of nice exist.  We need more of that.

As always, more to come.

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