Today I visited a nursing home with a group of my co-workers. We do this every year through the Presents for Patients program. You are assigned a patient and given suggestions as to what they might like. My patient wanted snacks, cookies, peppermints, powder and a brush.
One of the patients had recently passed, another refused the gift for reasons that were unclear to us. A few others were only vaguely aware of what we were doing. My patient was an exception. Mardean, that's her name, was so incredibly grateful for those small gifts. Her eyes lit up. She held the pair of socks like they were gold. My voice cracked as I said Merry Christmas. I was so overwhelmed by her gratitude. And embarrassed by the "troubles" that concerned me earlier in the day.
Christmas gifts don't get any better than that.
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