I spent two weeks alone in the hospital while my children were overseas, and every night, a gentle man came into my room, sat beside me, and told me, \u201cDon\u2019t lose hope. You\u2019re not alone.\u201d When I was discharged, I asked about him, only to learn that no male nurse had been assigned to my room, so I assumed the comforting visits had been hallucinations caused by my medication. Five weeks later, I returned for a checkup and received an envelope from a volunteer containing a note: \u201cI wasn\u2019t part of your care team. I\u2019m a volunteer. Years ago, I survived an accident like yours, and a nurse stayed with me when I couldn\u2019t speak. I promised myself I\u2019d do the same whenever I could.\u201d At the bottom was his name, proving he was real\u2014not a hallucination, just someone who understood loneliness and chose to show up. From then on, I realized that sometimes the greatest kindness comes from people who simply remember what it felt like when someone once showed up for them.READ MORE BELOW<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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