Two years ago while living in France I was laid flat by a stomach virus (see this post from January 10, 2011). I hadn’t been that sick in a long time and, to put it in perspective, that last time was with appendicitis. Melinda and Chloe were away, and Ella was with me. Not only that, Ella had the same bug.
Being sick and alone so far from home could cause one to feel very lonely. Instead, a neighbor showed up with bread and soup. Another friend not only asked if there was anything she could do, she phoned Ella’s school to make sure they’d know she would be out for a few days.
At one time these things may have sounded small. I know better now.