Fortune Cookies

"There's a woman at the nursing home who is asking for a ride to a meeting. It's a good opportunity for service work. If interested, see me after the meeting." As the meeting continued, I thought about that announcement. I still had a lot of fears about meeting people I didn't know, leery of unknown situations. Yet somehow this commitment seemed "safe." After the meeting, a friend and I agreed to take the commitment together. We were given a scrap of paper with the address of the nursing home, and the name and room number of "Holly." She was only thirty-two years old. As I walked out to my car, I asked why such a young woman was in a nursing home. The answer was, "She has AIDS."