By Jack Smith
They stuffed my neighbor’s freezer full of casseroles. They cut our grass and brought candy to our kids. They said prayers, sent notes, posted Facebook messages and shot encouraging texts to my wife and to me.
They sent my wife and children on the trip of a lifetime—just as their dad had to leave them for a far-away clinic. But that wasn’t enough. They sent cash and gift cards and movies to watch on the way.
The extraordinary acts of kindness shown to us by our friends during my darkest hour renewed my faith in people.
Their generosity and my family’s support made it far easier to leave home for three weeks. It helped me focus on my illness and tackle my treatment like a determined linebacker.
Yet as I learned in treatment from others who aren’t so fortunate, people can say the darndest things. Even our families. Continue reading