After a medical incident this week, I haven't really felt much like going anywhere. Yesterday, there was a knock at the door, and a dear friend was standing there with a gallon of milk and several bags of groceries with meat, bread, eggs, soup, and more - a gift from he and his wife because they "thought it would be helpful." Indeed. Of course I stood there crying for several minutes. It's east to write about being kind, but for me it's a bit more difficult to welcome the kindness from others. I am truly grateful though. Such a very thoughtful thing to do!