A Happy Story

I thought that I would share a story that brought a big smile to my face. Most of you know that I have been making fleece blankets (Operation Warm Fuzzies) for chemo patients at my local hospital (given out in December).

A good friend of mine was at the infusion center right before Christmas for an iron infusion. She already had a blanket that I had given her and she had it on her during her infusion. She said the nurses were giving out the last of the blankets that they had (I had more at home but they can only store 20 blankets at a time) and in came a huge 6'6" grizzled looking older gent with cancer. The last blanket was bright pink and covered in red strawberries and the nurses assured him that, if he could wait, they would get a different one to him.

But he smiled and said the pink blanket was perfect and promptly covered himself with it. My friend said everyone cracked up and all laughed together--the old gent enjoying himself most of all.

The story brought tears to my eyes and seemed to be the perfect example of what Christmas should be about. I know I am especially partial to it because I made that blanket, but I just had to share.