Every Saturday, Grandpa and I walked to a nursing home. "Whoever visits the sick gives them life," Grandpa 1 believed.
One day Grandpa was suddenly 2 to hospital. Worse still, we were told he was 3 to recover, deep sadness over our family.
Saturday came. I had not 4 to go there, but Grandpa's words rang in my head. So alone I went. Everyone was happy to see me but 5 when not seeing Grandpa. When told his 6 , they comforted me in turn, "Do your best and God will do the rest." They all tried in their unique way to cheer me up and 7 for Grandpa.
For days, neither could Grandpa sit up, nor would he speak or eat. The atmosphere was awfully8 . Suddenly the nurse came in, saying, "You have visitors." I 9 . The guys Grandpa and I visited every Saturday were all present.
They all showcased their best to the fullest, thus making grandpa's day. Visiting hours went so fast that they had to 10 and told grandpa they would come again soon. I was 11 in tears.
That evening, Grandpa sat up and asked the 12 what he could eat. Day by day he13 for the better. Grandpa' recovery was a medical 14 , the doctors thought. But I knew the truth: His friends' 15 had made him well.
