Gift Of The MagiThe best gifts, tokens, come out of nowhere. It's true.
A year ago, my fiance . . . we had been living together less than two months . . . called in the middle of the night from the hospital where he's a resident, distraught, tearful but in control.
A middle-aged man, husband, father of three teen girls, was rushed to the emergency room in dire condition and barely surviving from a STEMI, the more severe of the myocardial infarctions. A heart attack. He didn't survive and my fiance supervised treatment that continued longer than was necessary. It was his first patient loss and he informed the family.
As he glumly told me the next day (and again and again) in the aftermath of replaying the night, "I lost something that night."
Now, a year later, a box of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies with nuts and coconut, neatly packaged and wrapped, came to him at the hospital with an early Christmas card with four smiling women and a simple explanation and a "Thank you."
The loss of course remains. Yet somehow with the sweet taste of humanity even from strangers a memory will forever be altered.
So it goes.
Kathryn1985 26-30, F 20 Responses 25 Dec 6, 2012