A friend came to visit us at the hospital and gave us the three best gifts ever.
First she handed me a roll of quarters.
A roll of quarters, for vending-machine or parking-meter moments.
Then she stuffed two five-dollar bills in my pocket, stepped waaaaay back, and waved off my objections.
Two five-dollar bills, because who can find an ATM in the midst of trauma?
The third gift: showing up.
The three best gifts ever. Spread the word.