Reaching Out
I just met a relative of the 9-year-old boy mentioned in this article. She was walking from the garage into the clinic at the same time I was and asked for directions to the Children’s hospital. Knowing what a maze this place is, I told her I’d just walk with her so she didn’t get lost, even though I wasn’t going in that direction. After a short silence, she proceeded to tell me, in sporadic short sentences, that her nephew was injured in a car accident last night and that his father died in the crash. I tell ya, I started tearing up as we were walking over there. I felt so bad for her, but also felt proud to work at the hospital that was taking care of her family. I walked her through the Children’s food court and to the hospital elevators. As I wished her luck, she said “Bless you” and smiled a little. I smiled a little too.