As much as I sometimes hate the hospital, I can’t help but feel that it is almost a sacred space. Leaving work the other day I saw a middle-aged women sobbing uncontrollably on her way to the parking garage. Her teenage daughters were holding her up and pushing her onward. I don’t know what their family’s tragedy was and never will. But I know that their lives were changed forever. I just hope that the nurses and staff were a sign of mercy and grace to this family in their time of need.
It’s an honor to touch their lives and do our best to relieve their suffering.