I’d finally gotten out of the hospital after four months. I’d come home but was very limited in what I could do. Walking with a walker and quite slowly at that, it was discouraging, even as I improved each week. I was cooped up in the house, other than doctors’ appointments and physical and occupational therapy, since I couldn’t drive.
One of my friends recognized my plight and asked if she could take me out for dinner one night. “Sure!” I said. I’d get out of the house and spend time with a friend. What a great opportunity. But then I had second thoughts. How would I get around with the walker? I was very slow with it. How could I get into her truck? What if I didn’t have enough energy?
I talked to Toots about all of it and she assured me it’d be okay. That we would just go at my pace, and that she wasn’t in a hurry. As for the truck, she reminded me she could help me in. She said she could even lift me if I needed it and she didn’t mind at all. I had to admit that she was certainly strong enough.
So I agreed and we went out. Sure enough, Toots helped me in and out of the truck and we had a good time talking and just spending time together. Then, to make it even better and more memorable she and I went out every week. Toots doesn’t live near me, but was dedicated to ministering to me, even though I didn’t know I needed it.
It’s been over a decade now and I still remember how much it meant to me. Even the simple things can make a difference.. What have you done that’s made a difference in someone’s life? Or, perhaps someone’s made a difference in yours. Share it here.