A broken heart...

No I dont have a broken heart...or I do but it has been mended. This morning one of our guests called up to the front desk. She wanted some juice but it was a little past ten and it would take her a couple minutes to get here. So I told her I would leave the juice out. The older woman makes it to the lobby and is completly out of breath, using the counter top to hold herself up. She pours two glasses of juice and two cups of coffee... I am guessing so that she doesnt have to make the trip down here again. So I ask her if I can carry the tray back to her room. Are we suppose to No, but I honestly was afraid this woman may have a heart attack. So as we are walking back to her room she says "Family sure can cause alot of pain." and thats it...nothing else. So not only is she having "real" heart problems, which she told me about in the lobby. This also being the reason she wanted no houskeeping service in fear of what would happen if a houskeeper were to take any of her many heart medications. She is obviously broken hearted, I am not sure what kind of issues she is having at home, and why she says family can cause alot of pain, but I do know she is hurting. All I can do is pray, the little acts of kindness can seem so big when we feel such despair. Its the little things that count... so I have been sitting here with my salt packet for a long time ...waiting to dump it out. I was waiting until I did something BIG.... big for who??? for me??? Failing to recognize the small things,or what I thought was small may have been something HUGE for the other person. The little things count. So today I am dumping out my salt packet...and although it is empty I have so much left to give.