Hope

(taken from my journal)

Sitting here just now, the nurse bought me mail. Mail? For us here at the hospital? I thought it must of been our invoice for the nights we stayed in the hostel while Josh was in ICU, at $30 per night. But inside the envelope was a folder, which a letter and info from a lady we've spoken to briefly. Her daughter had a near-drowning experience a few years ago - we "found" this family, through one of our daughters friends. And here she is, sending us, people she doesnt know, love and support. I know now, I cant give up!