The illness had kept her bed-ridden for weeks. Fortunately, she’d made a tremendous physical recovery. She was able to walk and eat again, and she was functioning normally. However, her spirits still weren’t where they used to be.
“Maybe some fresh air would do some good?” a relative suggested.
So, the two of them took a slow walk down the hall of the hospital until they reached the sliding glass doors. When they stepped into the sunshine, she stopped and hugged her friend, whispering “Thank you” as a tear fell down her cheek.
Little things go a long way.
Little things go a long way.
