An elderly woman sits next to me every Sunday in Relief Society. She is charming, eccentric and quirky. She cannot hear, and the other ladies accommodate this with louder mic volume during the lesson. She raises her hand and offers insight at random moments. She takes notes each week with Lesson name, date, teacher, and insights. There are bits of her personality that are absolutely lovely.
And yet, each Sunday I end up having a running nose, or big sneezes, or a cough that I can't shake. Not my fault. It's winter. And, each Sunday as I sit next to her she reaches into her bag and hands me something that I need. Today, I had the SLIGHTEST hint of a sniffle and she reached over and handed me a tissue. I know she is just being kind, but every time she offers me what I lack I feel terribly pathetic.
Maybe this is one of few opportunities she has to make a difference in someone else's moment of blip. ~~V
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