Hi everybody.

This short segment is what we call for the good of the order.

It's something we used to do at the end of my sorority meetings, if you can believe that,

where someone would share something that they came across in the course of the week, a poem, a song lyric, a short story, that they found enormously helpful as they went about daily life.

And I wanted to pick up the thread because I am so often wowed by something I see in the world

that I want to bring back and hand off to you.

So every Friday we produce a short segment called for the good of the order.

Think of it like an audio greeting card, a thing to share with the people that you love around the country

who you don't get to see or talk to enough. A thing to discuss with the people you do see and talk to

on a more regular basis.

This is Kelly Corrigan Wonders for the good of the order. This week's go to is a piece of writing I found that I hadn't looked at in a really long time and it totally moved me so I thought I'd share it.

I met a 41 yearyear-old woman in Portland, about a year after her husband had had a heart attack

on his sailboat one afternoon.

He'd taken his girl out on the water, just the two of them.

By the time his daughter, a seven-year-old,

was able to get the attention of some nearby boaters,

her father was beyond resuscitation. We talked to woman and I like I imagined sisters might. I can't

say why it was so easy but 10 or 15 minutes into our first and only conversation. She told

me that every now and then he comes back in her dreams.

The first time was the night he died and as soon as he showed up she just dove into him,

clinging and grabbing like you would until she woke herself up to find

her circumstances unchanged.

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