During a two-week hospital stay, I felt invisible—my children were busy elsewhere, and visitors were rare. But each night, a calm nurse checked on me, offering quiet encouragement that made the lonely nights bearable.
When I went home, I discovered a small, unsigned note tucked in my bag: “Don’t lose hope. You’re stronger than you think.”
I’ll never know who left it, but it reminded me that support often appears quietly, exactly when we need it most.
