After reading Nuggets of Hope by
Kim Lengling, today was the first time I felt that I was able to pass on a small
"nugget of hope" to someone else — a little girl named Lara
Elizabeth, a pre-KG student, in the most unexpected of places: a hospital
waiting hall.
This morning, I was accompanying
my brother as his attender for a treadmill test at a private hospital. As a
part of hospital protocol, they stuck a sticker badge on me to identify me as
the patient’s attender. We sat in the waiting area, anticipating the call for
his procedure. Once his name was called, he went in, and I settled into my
chair with a book in hand.
Soon, a little girl and her mother
came and sat opposite me. The girl playfully took the sticker badge from her
mother's dress and stuck it onto her own. She was so fascinated — touching it,
feeling it, admiring it. After a few minutes, she returned it to her mother’s
dress, only to take it again and repeat the process. Her mother gently warned,
“If you keep doing this, the adhesive will wear off, and it won’t stick
anymore.” That worried the little girl. She finally chose to stick it back to
her mother's dress, kissed it a few times lovingly, and said goodbye to it.
Sometime later, her grandfather
joined them. As per hospital procedure, the nurse tied a patient band around
his wrist, writing his name, age, and patient number. It was larger and more
‘official-looking’ than my attender sticker. The little girl immediately jumped
up and pleaded with her grandfather to give it to her or at least tie it on her
hand. He gently refused, unsure how to explain that it was meant only for
patients and that she, thankfully, wasn’t one.
She looked so disappointed, nearly
in tears.
That’s when a thought struck me —
to offer her a small nugget of hope and joy. With permission from her mother, I
pulled out a friendship band from my handbag — a band my friend had tied on me
just two days ago for Friendship Day. I tied it gently onto the little girl's
wrist.
Her face lit up instantly. She
beamed with happiness, pointed at the colored beads one by one, and rushed
excitedly to show her father, who was standing in line to pay the bills.
The joy on her face and the sheer
delight in her eyes gave me a deep sense of peace. All the tension I had about
my brother's health seemed to dissolve in that one moment. Soon after, his test
reports came back normal, and the doctor assured us there was nothing to worry
about.
I shared the little girl's story
with my brother, and even he smiled, visibly relaxed and touched by the joy of
that moment.
Reading Nuggets of Hope had
made me pause and reflect, but this incident made me live that reflection.
As Kim Lengling shares in the book, sometimes we are placed in situations not
for ourselves, but for someone else — to give, to comfort, to uplift. She too
once experienced something similar in a hospital and realized later that her
detour had a greater purpose.
Perhaps I was meant to accompany
my brother today, not just as support for him, but to extend a small gesture of
kindness — a nugget of hope — to a little girl who just wanted to feel special.
Thank you, Kim Lengling, for your
words and wisdom. Your Nuggets of Hope helped me recognize mine.
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