Someone’s in trouble, I thought, imagining a mangled car wreck or someone clutching their chest. No doubt bad news, perhaps even a tragedy.
Then I turned into the court where my friend Kathy lived. She’d been depressed lately and seemed to have lost her former joy of life. I wished there was some way to cheer her up and let her know how special she was.
I gasped. There was the ambulance, parked in her driveway.
I approached, fearing the worst, then heard a loud wail.
Kathy appeared at the door. ‘I just delivered my neighbour’s baby,’ she said, eyes shining.
A precious new life and one who gave my dear friend her life back.
In appreciation, her neighbour named the little girl Chloe Kathleen.
Kathy’s cup runneth over.