Susan’s koala bear that I mentioned the other day came through the mail uncommonly fast . But I was starting to fight a cold and hesitated to touch it or take it across the street quite yet, and gave it a few days–that, and, their cars just seemed not to be around.
The mom’s wasn’t when I took the amaryllis flower over there, either, come to think of it.
Yesterday I looked at their empty driveway and thought, did they already move back to Ireland? But it was supposed to be the end of the month! So when the dad’s car showed up, I decided I’d better get that bear to him while I knew I could. My sniffles were better, thank goodness.
He loved it. I told him it was from a thrilled new grandma whose love was spilling over and she wanted to share it with them. The young dad, so far from home, was touched and grateful and thought it was so cute.
And then he opened up at last and told me his son was in the hospital with kidney problems and vomiting and had had a 105 degree fever.
Oh goodness. I told him my Sam had once had a 105.2 and it was terrifying; I so hoped his son would heal quickly. And then I went home and prayed for little Jack. I’ve been thinking since then that I need to offer to help feed the dog and to offer to gather up volunteers from church to help do their packing for them if they need it. Anything to support them at such a painful time.
Wow. The timing. Susan, your knitted koala was not only a cute toy, it became the means by which that family had neighbors present for them to care about them and their son in a moment they needed it badly.
There are no small acts of kindness. Sometimes life shows you just how powerful a little gesture really is. THANK you, Susan!!