The Migration of Kindness

The Migration of Kindness December 6, 2010

Her sister was dying of cancer,

a thousand miles away. She had

no way of getting there and

time was short.

Feeling helpless, she took a bus

to the clinic in her town. She’d

never been. She volunteered;

lifting strangers out of bed,

cleaning their bedpans.

At lunch she rubbed their

arms in the courtyard; helping

where she could.

She did this for days and one

of those days, while she slept on

the ride home, a stranger visiting

someone else propped a pillow

behind her sister’s failing head.


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