When Mercy - Story

On a chilly autumn evening, I found myself in a small hospital room, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air. A dear friend, Martha, lay in her bed, battling a relentless illness that had robbed her of vitality. Despite her frail appearance, her spirit radiated a warmth that could melt the coldest hearts. I sat beside her, uncertain of what to say, but knowing she needed comfort in her struggle.…