Upon my move to the mountains, I quickly met a group of knitters who became my new local friends. After I had been here for a few years, I took a drop spindle class and thus began a love of spinning. One day, leaving the public library with my husband, I saw a group of folks in one of the community rooms spinning and socializing, as I looked in they invited me to watch and join them as they meet there every Thursday that the room is available and I began attending not regularly, but met some new people.
Last Friday, one of those ladies that I did not know every well, fell down a slope behind her house and crushed her shoulder. Fortunately she had her cell phone on her and had the foresight to call a friend who is also in the group and was gotten to the hospital where she had 3 hours of surgery to repair the damage. This accident showed just what a tragedy can do within a group. Quickly a group email was sent out letting everyone know and the two friends that got her to the hospital and stayed with her while there, coordinated efforts to assist her as it was her dominate hand and she will be severely restricted for the next 8 weeks. None of her adult children live in the area, but have made arrangements to be here next week. I volunteered to help as I could with transportation, making a meal or two, or sitting with her. Today I was given the opportunity to take her lunch and stay with her for 5 hours this afternoon and she is delightful. It turns out that we were both raised in Virginia Beach, attended the same high school, though she was several years behind me. Both have 3 adult children and grandchildren. One of each of our children live in Florida and one in Northern Virginia. We both moved from the beach to the mountains as we aren’t fans of the beach and love the mountains and small towns. We are both knitters, crocheters, and spinners.
While I was there, another spinner brought two prepared evening meals for her and her nighttime helper.
She was so grateful to have someone to visit and talk to as she heals and I am grateful to have gotten to know her. Having watched my husband heal from a humerus break two years ago, I know that she was not comfortable, but she never complained. I think that I benefited from the afternoon just as much as she and know I have joined a caring group of friends.