I asked if I would be able to bring him home on hospice and care for him. “He won’t make it out the door,” the nurse said. “The level of oxygen he’s getting cannot be given on home health care.” So, I eagerly waited for Friday to see him, but that didn’t happen. He died Thursday morning at 4:00am.
Category: compassion
Motivated by Flamingos
How do you respond to someone trapped by sin and in dire straits for bad choices they made? We reach out in empathy because we realize that but by the grace of God, there go I.
Would Somebody Please Comfort Me!
She sat in her usual spot on the curb of a dead-end steet in a town long ago forgotten by time. Her disheveled hair reflected what her life had become. Her dull eyes and her dirty, tattered clothes gave anyone who passed by an excuse for not stopping to help. To comfort.