You're invited to submit below a "story of kindness." Many kind stories go UNTOLD: of giving strangers, doting aunts, generous teachers? You maybe encountered humor, pathos, mystery. We need stories of kindness to uplift, model, and counter a harsh world. (Writers encouraged; byline: Author, "Your Book.") We'll post moving stories, T-shirt* for featured ones. Read & be heartened.
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Shortly after the birth of my son, I became critically ill with a mysterious blood disorder. I was in a medical coma for nearly 3 weeks, on morphine and memory blockers and IVs. I was operated on five times in one week and not expected to survive. When I finally came out of the coma and they discontinued the morphine, it was 3 months later and I was panicked to find myself in the hospital, because I knew that I had missed so much of my son’s life! Where was I when my baby went home in the little striped outfit my husband Jeff and I had bought specially for the occasion? How had I missed his first look around our home, his first night home, his first everything? The doctors didn’t want to bring him to me because they didn’t yet know what I had, and I found myself growing more and more distressed because how could I bond with a baby I didn’t know anymore? [continued below form] |
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