Monday, May 31, 2010

litter me with small awarenesses.

This lady at the hospital today (who was waiting in the ICU waiting room alongside myself and my Zia) lost her wedding band last Tuesday. Her husband is very ill and she took the loss of her most prized possession as a horrible sign. Then, today, a security guard found it between two pillows on a waiting room sofa. This is what the lady said to him:

"Oh my GOD. If I was rich, I'd give you so much money. You have no idea how happy I am right now. I want to buy you something; coffee, donuts, a gift card, anything? This is such a good sign. My husband is so sick but you found this and now I have hope again. Can I hug you?"

My heart.

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