Gasping to breathe and hooked up to monitors, my husband lies in the hospital.

This past week, my big strong husband came down with Covid. He is vaccinated, and this is his second bout with it, so in all honesty, I wasn't worried. But after a few days, he was dizzy, had a fever, and had difficulty catching his breath, and we headed to the closest ER.

It is hard to be strong when you are falling apart inside.

The ER is a lonely, sterile place, and as he was trying to rest, I scrolled through my phone as a distraction when I came upon my Twitter account. The internet's anonymity and immediacy allowed me to express what I felt, and I quickly typed out a tweet.

Through the wonder of the internet, I quickly got notifications from across the world. People I only speak with through tweets were sending positive vibes, prayers, well wishes, and concern for my husband and myself.

As the night wore on, the medical staff gave him oxygen, monitored his heart, and thought he had a blood clot, but hours later, tests showed it was Pneumonia. For the next 36 hours, life beyond my husband's needs didn't exist.

Twitter notifications helped me to remain positive.

I believe in the power of prayer and I can't help but think that all the kindness, support, and encouragement we received during this ordeal reached God's ears. He is now home recovering.

Knowing strangers were thinking of us during this time is a comfort I can not measure. We will never forget their kindness.