I had the chance to help a friend out today. His elderly father recently moved in with him and his family, and my friend asked me to stay with him while he went to an appointment.
My friends dad has been a deacon at his church for 33 years. He’s a saintly man, and, although his physical health is failing him, his mind is sharp and alert. It was a blessing for me to sit with him for a few hours. As he dozed, I sat there thinking about how fragile life can be, and how precious good health is.