"Santa Phil" visited Son on Christmas Day and left a stocking with a blanket and rattle. We were not at the hospital at the time, but Son's nurse took a Polaroid photo of Santa leaning over bedside. It will never cease to captivate me and bring a tear to my eye when someone is willing to show kindness to a stranger. That photo of my 6-day old baby with Santa will be saved for life.
About 6 weeks later, I saw on the news that Santa Phil died, and I cried over a man that I've never even met.
On Valentine's Day, a volunteer group came around to all the rooms and gave fluffy stuffed animals to all the kids, along with a $20 gift card for Amazon.com. They were in our room for less than 30 seconds but already had me tearing up. Such a nice gesture for a stranger to show they care. Sure, blame it on my post-pardom hormonal changes, but these things don't just happen in day-to-day life! What is it about misfortune that brings people together?
I don't know how to word this next part without sounding like I'm boasting about my good deeds, but I have spent my whole adult life volunteering at soup kitchens, dragging a dozen blankets on a bus to downtown Seattle to attend outreach groups that provide food and warmth for the cold and hungry, volunteering at the improv theater in the University District, bringing home homeless people (sorry Mary), and being part of the Big Brothers, Big Sisters program.
Sometimes I have a "pity party" kind of day (as my mom would call it) while I contemplate, "I always help anyone in everyway that I possibly can, but where is everyone when I'm the one needing help?" My Earth angels have finally shown up in full force. I am so grateful my son is never alone and is getting all the love, help and support he deserves.
Karma couldn't have picked a better time to show up :)
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