Vulnerability And (True) Healing


I’m sitting, at this very moment, in a hospital waiting room in New York City while scheduled surgery is being performed on a loved one.  No matter how routine – and this one is relatively so – the sights, the sounds, and the smells all around me remind me that this is no ordinary place, and that this is no ordinary day.
For this is a place of pain.
It’s a place of vulnerability.
And it’s a place of uncertainty and fright


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