One author writes "i have spent long hours in the intensive care waiting room watching anguished people, listening to urgent questions : will my husband make it? Will my child walk again? How do you live without your companion of 30 years?
The intensive care waiting room is different from any other place in the world. and the people who are waiting are different. They cant do enough for each other. No one is rude. The distinction of race and class melt away. The garbage man loves his wife as much as the professor loves his. And everyone understands this. Each person pulls for everyone else.
In the intensive care waiting room, the world changes. Vanity and pretence vanish. The universe is focused on the doctor's next report. If only it would show improvement. Everyone knows that loving someone else is what life is about. Could we learn to love like this, if we realise that everyday of life, is like a day in intensive care waiting room? "
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