Yesterday I was clearing some papers out of my office, and I came across a thank you card from a former colleague, David. David had a very aggressive form of cancer. It was discovered in the summer, and by the winter, I was at his funeral.
I went to visit him at home one day and was shocked to see how much weight he had lost. He was wearing a big thick sweater, and was still feeling the cold. As is the way of such things, I asked "Is there anything I can do for you?" He indicated that there was. "I have seen the beautifully coloured socks you have made for people. Might I have a pair of socks?" Of course he could!
The socks were started and I took them along to a social evening. Someone asked about them, and when I explained that they were for David, she took the sock from my hands and started knitting a round. These socks were passed around. Knitters knitted rounds, and complete novices were shown how to knit a stitch or two.
When we went to Ireland on holiday the socks went with me. I was working on them during coffee time after church, and a woman asked me about them. I explained and said that so far the socks had been knitted by over 20 people. She reached out and said "Twenty one", and another woman looked on and said "Twenty two." All of those people prayed whilst they were knitting, and wanted to send their very best wishes to him.
When David received the socks he was utterly delighted, and quite awed by the fact that in the end over 26 people had knitted his socks.