This past spring, I lost my husband after his long and courageous battle with heart disease. In his final days, we were blessed with the help of wonderful hospice care. They brought a hospital bed into our family room because he was too weak to climb the stairs.
During that time, I wanted to be sure I could always hear him if he needed me, even if I stepped into another room or tried to rest for a while. On a local group in Mt. Lebanon called Freebo, I asked if anyone had a baby monitor I could borrow.
A woman I had never met replied right away and said she did. Not only did she lend it to me—she actually came over to my house to show me how to use it. I was so touched by her kindness.
That simple baby monitor gave me so much comfort. At night, I could fall asleep listening to my husband’s breathing. In the mornings, I could hear him call softly for me. It gave me peace in the middle of one of the hardest times of my life.
After my husband passed away, I sent the woman a message to thank her from the bottom of my heart. She told me I could just leave the monitor on the porch for her to pick up.
But that afternoon, my doorbell rang—and there she was again. In her arms, she carried a potted plant, a jar of homemade soup, a pasta dinner, and a big bowl of chicken salad.
I could hardly speak. I was so moved by her thoughtfulness and compassion. She had no reason to go out of her way for me, a complete stranger, but she did—and her kindness brought me to tears.
I will never forget what she did for me. In one of the most painful and lonely moments of my life, a stranger showed me pure, selfless kindness. And that made all the difference.
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