One of these Sundays when I sat alone in church waiting for Mass to start and worrying about my husband, I felt a touch on my shoulder.
A lady leaned over and spoke: "How is your husband?" she asked. Her concern touched me, and I told her he was in the hospital. She expressed her sympathy. "I will certainly remember him in my prayers," she said.
I thanked her, blinking away tears. She may never know how her concern and those few words lightened my spirit and gave me hope.