There was no name. No date. Just those words.

I sat there for a long time, holding the note, replaying those quiet nights in my mind. I couldn’t say for certain where it came from. Maybe a staff member I never officially met. Maybe a message slipped in by someone who noticed more than charts and vitals. Or maybe—just maybe—it was something I needed so deeply that my mind gave it form.

In the end, the answer mattered less than the impact.

That note now sits in my drawer, a reminder that encouragement often arrives when we are most vulnerable, sometimes without explanation. And that strength doesn’t always announce itself loudly—it can be awakened softly, through a kind word, a steady presence, or a message that finds you exactly when you need it most.