TITLE: Light in Dark Places
By Alison Greenberg
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I arrived at the rehab hospital on July 20th. I was 44 years old and suffered a stroke which nearly took my life. At rehab, they taught me to dress with one hand and to walk with an ankle brace and cane. I was devastated and could not sleep. On my 2nd day there,Ssam, a fellow patient, began to visit. He gave me scripture cards and helped open fruit baskets with his two working hands. He sensed when I was down and gave me pep talks so I would not lose hope. I heard the social worker talking to him about clear speech as he prepared to return to his calling as a minister. His laugh was deep and his eyes twinkled when he spoke. He named our canes and always made the staff laugh. I began to minister to another patient as Sam had ministered to me. We sometimes forgot where we were because it was like a little slice of heaven.
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