Ever since my wife died almost 14 years ago I have lived alone. Yes, I got a dog, and I have dinner out almost every week with my two adult stepdaughters and their families, but I’ve largely kept pretty much to myself, much like a hermit. So when our governor issued a stay-at-home order to reduce the spread of this killer virus, my life didn’t change very much, but the already limited interaction I had with my few friends was further reduced.
A few days ago, while chatting with a friend on the phone I learned that one of her good friends, who I’ll call Sharon, had just been diagnosed with stage IV cancer in multiple organs. My friend was distraught, not only by Sharon’s unfortunate disease, but that she was having trouble finding someone to help her get to her medical treatments and doctor visits. My friend was unwilling to risk going out and possibly exposing herself to this Wuhan China virus, because she has some worrisome medical issues, so she could not take her, and other potential options were not attractive. So, I told her I could do it.
This morning I drove a few miles to Sharon’s house and took her to a nearby medical center which is quite close to my home. A few hours later I took her back home. She was very appreciative and asked me why, since I barely knew her, I would do this for her. I told her it really made me feel good. It also gave me something useful to do for a little while and helped someone who really needed it.