A compliment left unsaid is merely a thought.
I was in the grocery store awhile back and noticed an elderly lady trying to reach the spices, which were very high up.... even for me and I'm 5'6". I saw her struggling and went over to her and asked if I could help. She looked surprised and asked if I could get her the cinnamon. She said she was baking for friends. I would guess her age to be in the 70's- 80's range. She was quite fragile, and told me she loved to bake but it was getting harder and harder because of her cancer. I almost cried. Her hair and makeup were perfectly done, she had pretty jewelry on and her clothes were very nice. I told her how beautiful she was and that she reminded me of my mother. I told her that I was very impressed knowing how ill she was, that she took the time and effort to look her best.
Her face lit up and I realized that those words to that sweet lady were the most caring and loving words I could have possibly said to her. I then gave her a gentle hug.
I am sick as well with several illnesses and it was painful for me to reach up for the cinnamon, but I just knew in my heart that it was something that would impact the both of us, and suddenly the pain didn't matter.