I get a free chicken sandwich at the hospital. Like all the lost and found lovers at the train station, love is not a destination, love is a verb. I gave the young lady in the leather jacket sitting on her own in the cancer hospital waiting room the rose flavoured, chocolate covered Turkish delight. I think her leather jacket had a badge on it for the motorcycle gang called affliction, California. Every time I come home from that hospital I cry.
random act of kindness