I Was Sick and You Visited Me

I was sick and you visited me, and listened to me as I talked.

I was sick and you did not bring me candy when I had an ulcer and was scheduled for an operation the next day.

I was sick and you did not say say "Cheer up!" when I was sad and wanted to share my feelings.

I reached for your hand and your touch gave me comfort, even though you said nothing.

I was sick and you understood I only wanted a few visitors for a short time.

I was in a nursing home, lonely and isolated, and you came and read to me and spent time with me.

I was in a hospital and full of tubes, and you did not look horrified but stayed for a few minutes to show you cared.

I was at home, the days were long and I wanted company, and you scheduled visits along with other friends to make the time pass, but never stayed too long to tire me out.

I knew I was dying and you did not say "Oh, you'll be better in no time." but showed me your supportive care.

I was in pain and you stayed for only a moment to show your love and concern.

I was getting better and bored, and you brought me magazines and books, and articles, and a newspaper.

I was in the hospital and you phoned long-distance, even though you couldn't visit.

I was sick and you cared, and it showed.

I was sick and you understood, and I felt God's love within you.

Thank you.