I sat beside the patient, who was lying asleep in bed. I did not want to wake her. I appeared just to be sitting, but in Grace appearance is never what is the full reality. I looked at the caregiver, a deeply religious woman, as she stood beside me. I asked her, "Do you know what one has to do to pray?" She asked, looking surprised at the question, but interested, "What?" "Nothing," I replied. Briefly, she looked confused. I added, to help her, "Just being with someone can be prayer. That can be communion." She smiled, eyes no longer showing confusion but bright with joy, as though she had just seen a jewel of Grace she had never seen before.