This morning a friend of ours came over to fix a light switch for us. In preparation for his arrival, I made a fresh pot of coffee (his favorite beverage), had milk, and sugar for him to mix in his morning coffee. He said, after I finish the switch. He went to the bedroom, left to get a new switch, returned, and made the repairs. When I asked him how much we owed him, he said nothing. We paid him for the part, but he would accept nothing for his time, travel, gas, or labor. I felt so blessed and humbled. He said it was nothing, but having light on the side of the bed so Zoë could read at night was a real blessing to us. As I have been sitting here thinking about this experience this morning, I found myself wondering if this was how Dr Howard Kelly had felt when he was a young boy.