During the week of Thanksgiving, I tested positive for COVID-19. And I felt awful for nearly two weeks. But while my body was fighting off the virus, my heart was full.
One day, after I caught the virus, a friend dropped off some electrolyte water. Another friend dropped off some Gatorade, chips, and various other things – including an electronic fireplace I've had my eye on for a while. A few minutes later, another friend dropped off several bags of groceries after making several stops in search of things I needed or wanted. Later that week, a friend dropped off a pizza.
Other friends checked on me. Publishers I work with gladly extended my deadlines. And more than a hundred people left comments on my Facebook page.
During the middle of it all, I was on the phone with another friend who tested positive. He told me how moved he was by everyone who had dropped things off and checked on him. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
I don't take any of that for granted. For a single guy with a small family, I have no expectations of so many people riding to the rescue. But the core group of friends I have is second to none. And it's humbling. I heard from several of you too. Thanks to everyone who checked on me. It meant the world to me.