I noted that Len's door was still closed as it had been every time I came to the Hospice House. I asked about him.
The nurses explained he was so medically compromised that he refused to spend any time with a stranger, fearing the embarrassment of having an accident. I inwardly cringed. No wonder this poor man isolated himself.
Something made me want to give him music. But I was a stranger.
I cannot fully explain the "something" that made me want to give music to the very ill, the very private Len.
Have you had similar unexplained "somethings" urge you on? What happened?