By SHERYL H. BOLDT
Last week I tripped and fell at a writers’ conference. The pain was awful. Then, when I saw my wrist grossly out of joint, my stomach began to feel queasy.
Thankfully, Bert was with me. He pulled the car around and took me to a marvelous medical facility. After returning home, I received many offers of help with meals, cleaning the house, etc.
I can’t imagine dealing with all of this without my husband, friends and family.