Story in my inbox today -- "I was in New York once and had gotten really sick. After being in bed for two solid days, a lovely African American woman came in to clean my room. We chatted briefly, and I told her about my malady. She told me that I needed some air in my lungs, so I proceeded to help her make my bed. Later that evening, I received a knock at my door at 10:00 p.m. I was a bit leery, because I had not ordered anything. However, when the person knocking asked if anyone was sick in there, I proceeded to open the door. He gave me a little box. When I opened it, there were two cans of Progresso Chicken Noodle soup, some crackers, and an apple, with a little note. It said: “an apple a day, keeps the doctor away.” The card was signed with the name of my housekeeper that day. I just sat there staring lovingly at all of the items. Being a bit overwhelmed and emotional, little tears began welling up in my eyes. Then instantly and miraculously, in that moment, I felt much better. Her love had given me the medicine my body needed to heal itself. Even though her title was housekeeper, she was so much more."