I have a dear friend who volunteers once a week in the emergency room of a local hospital. One of her roles is to help alleviate that anxiety-filled process of waiting for treatment. So she gets to hear stories from people, and I get to hear some of them.
This week, she met an elderly lady whose husband came in for an emergency. As the woman shared her distress, she added that “yesterday was so wonderful” because she and her husband had an uneventful day when “nothing happened.”
For some reason, that phrase– nothing happened– has stuck with me.
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