The woman was making bread when her daughter came to visit. It was a grey, rainy day and the daughter was feeling grey and rainy in her heart. The woman listened with compassion as her daughter spoke of her fears and sorrows. As her daughter began to relax in the warmth of the kitchen, the woman covered her bread dough with a clean kitchen towel and set it on the counter to rise. She washed the dough from her hands and said to her daughter, "I think my friend needs me. Will you come to the hospital with me?" The daughter agreed. The woman went out into the rain and cut a bouquet of yellow roses from the bush that grew by the front door. When the woman walked into her friend's hospital room, her friend began to cry. "I was just praying that you would come," she said. While the daughter watched, the woman put the roses into the vase she had brought. As the friend shared her fears and sorrows, the woman listened with compassion. She rubbed lotion onto her friend's hands and feet and brushed her hair. Although it was still grey and rainy outside the hospital window, the grey and the rain were gone from the room and from the hearts of all within. The room was filled with light and love and grace and yellow roses.