Amidst our plans of walks in nature around my scheduled private sessions, my hostess got a phone call. Her sister’s hearing aid was ready for pick up. We shifted to accommodate by driving to get it, deliver it and have the head nurse at the nursing home find the other one, and charge them both.
I drove us back the 30 mile route I once drove daily to my therapy office. My muscle memory remembered the way as I reflected on my good fortune that my family does not require such attention. My hostess and good friend is an angel of Mercy, tending to her disabled elder sister, as well as her elderly mother on her days off. 
Who is your angel of mercy? To whom are you an angel of mercy? Ki to Happiness thanks the many Angels of Mercy who appear as regular folks.