02/05/2026
As I walk through the hospital hallways, I see them… the “walking wounded.” A man walks slowly, holding onto his IV pole which clatters along beside him. A woman is pushed in a wheelchair toward the front entrance, her left leg encased in a large cast. A recent recipient of cataract surgery sits with his right eye covered, waiting for a cab. Their maladies are obvious, visible. But there are others whose wounds are hidden… the young couple who stoically clutch each other’s hands as they leave the hospital after a miscarriage; the widow who sits alone in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee, trying to absorb the fact that her husband of 40 years has just died; the young woman struggling with addiction and mental health issues bravely heading to an outpatient day program, desperately seeking to change her trajectory.
Everyone we meet needs kindness and compassion. We do not know what wounds they carry.