I just got a phone call from my friend who is the mother of the Dr in the palliative ward that I make all my quilts.
Kathy (the Dr) called her and told her she had just had a 4 year old little boy who was feeling very sad and depressed because he was sick and in the hospital. His mother doesn't get there during the day because she has to work, and the dad????????????.
Kathy told him she knew just what he needed and went and got him one of the quilts I made. He grabbed it, snuggled it , and asked her if it was his to keep forever with tears in his eyes. She told him yes, some nice lady made it just for you. He was so happy with his new quilt.
Kathy then went to her office and called her mom and told her to call me and tell me that story. I am sitting here with tears in my eyes as I write this. My heart is soaring. That is why I do what I do. and it doesn't hurt to hear a story now and then. I have been doing this for 3 years now and this is my first story, but I know there have been others.