Unfiltered Story #18617

Unfiltered | March 10, 2017

Our son had shot himself, and we followed the ambulance to the emergency room. When we went into his cubicle, we were told that he was not going to make it. One of the attendants said that his jewelry had been given to the receptionist for safe-keeping. I started through the waiting room toward that desk, but before I got there, a black woman (I am white) asked whether she could help me. I told her what was going on, and without a second thought, she embraced me with warmth. That was over twenty years ago, and even today, I remember her kindness and comfort. It was the best hug I ever got.