Following Oprah Winfrey’s hospitalization earlier this week, her friend Gayle King is finally discussing what transpired. Oprah did not make her normal appearance to present her book pick during the most recent broadcast of Oprah’s Book Club on CBS.
Rather, Gayle King gave author David Wroblewski, who was present in the studio, an explanation of Oprah’s absence. “I’m glad you’re here, and I apologize that Oprah can’t,” Gayle remarked. She declared yesterday that she would hold a rally. She was sick from head to toe with a severe case of stomach flu.
Nervously, Gayle King apologized, hoping that sharing that detail wouldn’t hurt Oprah. She wanted everyone to know how much Oprah valued being present, even if she was ill and was unable to do so. Gayle gave everyone the assurance that they would make up for her loss.
Oprah’s Book Club selected the author in 2008, and Gayle, Nate Burleson, and Tony Dokoupil had a conversation with her during the show.
Following Gayle’s mention of Oprah’s health, Oprah’s representative offered an explanation on Oprah Daily’s Instagram, stating that Oprah was unable to appear on CBS Mornings to reveal her next book club selection. It was said that Oprah was suffering from a stomach ailment, and Gayle, who is a close friend, took over to give the news. Following her doctor’s advise and receiving an IV for dehydration, Oprah recovered. Everyone hoped she recovered quickly.
Oprah and her crew released an official statement along with the caption. “Ms. Winfrey is recuperating following a stomach virus and receiving an IV for dehydration as prescribed by her physician,” the statement read. She is getting more rest and improving every day.
In a video chat with Gayle King later on Tuesday, Oprah said that she visited the emergency room for fluids rather than the hospital.
“I was at the urgent care facility. I was quite dehydrated,” declared Oprah. “My mouth felt dry, and I was unable to drink enough water to stay hydrated, so that’s why I went to the emergency room,” she continued.
Oprah Winfrey responded, “I’m not completely better yet, but I’m getting there,” when questioned about her health. She clarified that her recent illness prevented her from flying, which is why she was unable to appear on CBS Mornings.
Oprah went to the hospital for an IV drip because she became extremely dehydrated due to a gastrointestinal bug, as Gayle King stated in her post.
“I thought I clarified that, but then I noticed headlines stating that Oprah was admitted to the hospital. (She wasn’t.) And many people called to check on Oprah,” King remarked. She is, in fact, fine! And let’s hear her say it directly.
The good news is that Oprah is back to normal! Around the world, the 70-year-old is adored. To calm any Oprah fans who may have been concerned about her, share this!
Boy Decorates the House of a Lonely Old Lady for Halloween to Convince Her That the Holiday Is Worth Celebrating
Halloween was his favorite day of the year—a day when you could become anyone you wanted, and the world transformed into something magical.
As Kevin wandered down the street, he admired the glowing decorations and spooky scenes set up in each yard. Witches cackled, doors creaked, and the sounds of Halloween filled the air. But one house stood out, not because it was spooky, but because it was completely dark. No pumpkins, no cobwebs—nothing. It was Mrs. Kimbly’s house.
Mrs. Kimbly was the quiet, older woman who lived alone. Kevin had mowed her lawn in the summer and shoveled her driveway in the winter, but she rarely said much beyond handing him his payment. Now, her undecorated house seemed out of place in the festive neighborhood.
Why hadn’t Mrs. Kimbly decorated for Halloween? Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Halloween was supposed to be fun, and he didn’t think anyone—especially someone living alone—should miss out.
Determined to help, Kevin crossed the street to her house. Leaves crunched under his sneakers as he approached her front door. He hesitated for a moment, then knocked. After a long pause, the door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Kimbly. Her face was stern, her eyes narrowed behind thick glasses.
“What do you want, Kevin?” she asked, her voice gruff.
Kevin swallowed nervously. “Hi, Mrs. Kimbly. I noticed your house isn’t decorated for Halloween, and I thought maybe you forgot. I could help, if you’d like.”
Her expression hardened. “I didn’t forget,” she snapped. “I don’t need decorations, and I don’t need your help. Now, go away.” She moved to close the door.
Kevin’s heart sank, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “I could do it for free!” he blurted out. “You wouldn’t have to do anything.”
But Mrs. Kimbly scowled and slammed the door. Kevin stood there, stunned. How could anyone hate Halloween that much? He knew her house would likely become a target for pranks if it stayed undecorated, and he didn’t want that to happen.
As Kevin walked home, an idea began to form. He wasn’t ready to give up on Mrs. Kimbly just yet.
At home, Kevin found his mom stirring a pot of soup in the kitchen. “Mom, something strange happened,” he said, sitting down at the table. He explained about Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house and how she had slammed the door in his face.
But when he mentioned Mrs. Kimbly’s name, his mom’s expression softened. “Maybe you should leave her alone,” she suggested gently. “People sometimes have reasons for doing things we don’t understand.”
Kevin frowned. “But, Mom, I think she’s not mad—I think she’s sad. Halloween is supposed to be fun, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out.”
His mom smiled softly. “You have a big heart, Kevin. Just remember, some people aren’t ready for help, even if they need it.”
Her words lingered in his mind, but Kevin still felt like Mrs. Kimbly was just lonely. He was determined to make her Halloween special.
The next day, Kevin gathered every decoration he could find—twinkling lights, plastic spiders, and his favorite carved pumpkin. It was special to him, but if it could make Mrs. Kimbly smile, he was willing to part with it.
He loaded everything into a wagon and headed back to her house. Kevin worked quickly, hanging lights and placing pumpkins on her porch. The house was starting to come alive with Halloween spirit. Just as he finished arranging the last pumpkin, the door flew open.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, her face red with anger. “I told you not to decorate my house!”
Kevin froze, his heart pounding. “I just wanted to help,” he said softly. “It’s Halloween…”
Before he could say more, Mrs. Kimbly grabbed the nearest pumpkin—the one Kevin had spent hours carving—and smashed it on the ground. It shattered into pieces across the porch.
Kevin blinked back tears as he stared at the ruined pumpkin. He had worked so hard on it, and now it was gone. Without a word, he turned and ran home.
That night, dressed in his vampire costume, Kevin couldn’t enjoy Halloween. As he wandered from house to house with his friends, collecting candy, his thoughts kept returning to Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house. He knew the other kids might target her home for pranks, and he didn’t want that to happen.
Determined to stop any trouble, Kevin made his way back to her house. He sat on her porch, handing out candy from his own bag to passing trick-or-treaters, explaining, “Mrs. Kimbly’s not home.” He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when the front door opened.
Startled, Kevin looked up to see Mrs. Kimbly standing in the doorway. Her face wasn’t angry anymore. “What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked softly.
“I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” he explained. “I thought maybe I could help.”
Mrs. Kimbly sighed and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry for earlier,” she said quietly. “Halloween is hard for me. I don’t have any family, and seeing everyone else celebrate just makes me feel… alone.”
Kevin’s heart ached. “You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “You can celebrate with us. We’d love to have you join in.”
A small smile crept across Mrs. Kimbly’s face. “You’re a kind boy, Kevin. Thank you for what you did. And I’m sorry about your pumpkin.”
“It’s okay,” Kevin said, smiling back. “I have another one at home. We can carve it together if you want.”
Mrs. Kimbly chuckled softly. As Kevin ran home to grab the pumpkin, Mrs. Kimbly felt something she hadn’t felt in years—the warmth of Halloween spirit, all thanks to a boy who refused to give up.
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