Her name was Doris—an 82-year-old hospital patient. Two days before Christmas, she seemed healthy and ready for discharge. But for some reason she kept complaining about inexplicable health issues. Her doctor wrote, “Yesterday, it was her arm that was hurting, before that her hip. Truth is, Doris is an incredibly healthy 82-year-old, and we can’t find anything wrong.”
When the x-rays came back normal, he told Doris that he would have to stick to the plan of sending her home. Doris looked down at the floor and quietly said, “I don’t want to go home...It’s just that I’m all alone and there are so many hours in the day.” After a long pause, she sighed and asked,
“Doctor, can you give me a cure for loneliness?”
Who do you know who has been left behind by a world that no longer revolves around them? This Christmas their loneliness will only deepen unless...for even thirty minutes you become the cure.
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