"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if
everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear
and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we
can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there
aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on
our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a
loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys
and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender
Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must
remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the
subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for
a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know
the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be
true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick. "
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