A Good Deeds Day

I've been sick since Saturday (fighting it since Wednesday).

This morning I received an email from my friend Vicki. She offered to bring me dinner and go to the grocery store. I told her that I would feel better by tonight and politely declined her offer.

She responded by saying that she was going to me me something to eat for lunch and to let her know what I needed at the store. She finished by asking what time would be convenient to drop by and to give her a list for the grocery store. "This assignment is NOT optional" she said.

I got back from ATL on Sunday, so I had not been to the grocery store in over a week and was running low on milk and eggs. So I relented and let Vicki serve me. Being "fiercely independent" it is hard to receive service. As I sat down and ate the yummy plate of food that Vicki brought I was so grateful for her kindness. It was the best food I'd eaten since Saturday night.

Tonight I called my mom to report in. It doesn't matter that I am a grown woman, my mom still worries about me. And to be truthful, it is nice to know that someone cares how I am feeling. She told me that today she called her neighbor who lives up the street. She had not seen her at church on Sunday and was worried about her. Come to find out, their whole family is sick. After some initial resistance, this woman agreed to let mom bring her some food. Mom took soup, homemade bread, cold cereal and fruit. What an interesting coincidence-- as someone was serving me, my mom was serving someone else in need. And that is what life is all about-- looking out for each other.