On a recent Friday my wife and I went to Brigham & Women’s Hospital for a follow up visit with my doc at the pulmonary clinic. Many of the patients are older and not always in great shape. While I was in line to check in at the waiting room, an older fellow eased his way in, moving slowly. Thin, casually dressed, good hat. He looked at me and I said, “Good morning, how are you today?” He smiled and we had a short conversation. He told me why he was there and I was amazed that that man is still alive. I said, “Well, it's not over, is it?” He replied, “I’ll never give up.” I was called in first and as I was leaving the waiting room he said, with a great smile, “Good luck to you buddy.” I said, “You too man.” I’ve noticed that guys like us know each other without knowing each other. B&W is a busy hospital. The halls are crowded with people, and then you see a guy and you know. There is eye contact, a nod or a word. It is such a wonderful moment. Good will between strangers, acknowledgement, a soul bump. I hope they feel it too.
As we left
the hospital and navigated our way through the underground garage, we heard a
man singing. Sabine recognized the melody and started to whistle. They
harmonized their way through the song. Music is the universal language.
Catching up on your excellent reporting. So glad Sabine whistled. I love whistling.
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