Dear Reader,
Jodie, a reader at the book club, sent me an email and her opening line was,
"Suzanne, I had my own 'chocolate chip cookie' moment last week."
Most folks would probably wonder what the heck Jodie was talking about. But I smiled after reading her first line, because I knew exactly the feeling she was describing. Whenever I give away my chocolate chip cookies, whether it's to someone I know, the UPS delivery person, or the man who fixed our refrigerator the other day, it's a little kindness that changes the way people feel. It's a warm and comforting feeling they carry with them.
Jodie writes:
After coming home from an ER visit and a day in the hospital, once again I had to call 911 because my ill husband had fallen. While the decision was mine, the paramedics did recommend taking him to the ER. It was a dark, rainy night, and in this time of COVID, I was unfamiliar with the small college medical center across town, where he was eventually admitted. Bless my 18-year-old night owl grandson for picking me up at 1:30 am.
The next morning my daughter, Susan, and I went to the unfamiliar hospital and checked in. The receptionist was so very sweet, helpful, accommodating and made us feel like everything would be all right. We showed proof of vaccination, temp check, told her the room number and got our visitor badges.
And the next morning, when I arrived alone, Roselyn immediately greeted me with "Hi Jodie! Room 211A, right? Where's Susan?" How many people does she check-in in a day? Does she remember them all by name and room number? My patient husband immediately wanted to know, "What did you guys do?" (To be memorable).
The third and last morning, I made a quick stop at the pharmacy, and while I was there I bought a bunch of flowers. When I got to the hospital, I was disappointed that Roselyn wasn't in the window. I learned she was on a break returning at 11, so I asked the receptionist if she'd please give Roselyn the flowers.
I honestly didn't care if the gal remembered who they were from, actually relishing the fact that Roselyn may never know! But as I sat at my husband's bedside, hours later Roselyn came up behind me, gave me a little thank you note, and we had a short visit.
"I hope I never see you again." I told her.
She replied, "Same."
But I know neither she, nor I will forget our brief exchange. -- Jodie H.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
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