Today I witnessed "dead" people, all wearing green shirts and pants, moving.

D. sprung to life when she saw me enter.
"Shalom." she told me. "I am so happy you came."

Her eyes lit up...
cautiously....
excitingly....
she fingered the 6 oz. carton of orange juice....
quietly remarked...
"I haven't had orange juice in 3 months."
Fafambled the brocha...
and drank.

We repeated the Brocha properly.
She drank some more.