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A few years ago, after a brutal winter trip to Denver, I was flattened by a horrible cold. My nasal passages were swollen shut, and the waves of coughing were so violent, they sent my body into tremors. I could barely get off the couch. What I needed was chicken soup, but I didn’t have the energy to walk the two blocks to the deli. When a friend phoned to see how I was doing, he asked if I needed anything. Ordinarily, I would’ve answered no. I’m stubborn that way. But this time, I was not ok. I really needed help. Within an hour, he delivered a container of piping, hot soup to my front door, and it let the healing begin.
Illustration by Ella Frances Sanders [1]