Helping a friend

I’m the helper now.

After I shattered my femur earlier this year, I had lots of people helping me—friends and family who called me often, cooked food for me and drove me to physical therapy.

Now my good friend Lynn has a broken arm, and I recently spent a week driving her to the doctor, taking her dog for walks and keeping her company.

“Thank you,” Lynn said often.

“You’re welcome,” I told her. “We all need to help each other.”

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