Yes. More than once.
When my late husband was in the hospital again, it had been a terrible day in a year of terrible days. I fled to a restroom for a meltdown.
When I was finally somewhat composed, I stepped out to find a small black woman gazing at me. Without a word, she opened her arms and held me, murmuring comfort.
It was enough to revive my heart and give me strength to go on. She said her name was Delta.