Visiting someone in the hospital today.
31 years old.
A brain tumor. Surgery in the morning.
I pass a rock garden by the elevators and think that each rock there is but a pebble; insignificant, yet together, make the story.
Visiting someone in the hospital today.
31 years old.
A brain tumor. Surgery in the morning.
I pass a rock garden by the elevators and think that each rock there is but a pebble; insignificant, yet together, make the story.
Lovely and serene island amidst the chaos. Praying for your friend Angeline.
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Thank you. I truly believe in the power of prayer. It is so much appreciated.
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Thank you Joseph. I appreciate your thoughts.
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What a beautiful insight to share through this photo and its caption. At times reflection is so necessary. My best wishes for you and yours on this important day.
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Again I feel that clicking the ‘like’ button seems not the correct expression for the situation. Anyway you know what I mean….I trust that all goes well tomrrow.
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Thanks David.
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that is a beautiful thought… and a beautiful picture too.
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Thanks. A lot going through my mind as I stood briefly at that garden.
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The pebble garden is a wonderful counterpoise to all the stress and anxiety that surrounds hospitals, isn’t it? Lovely post:)
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Thanks. Yes, that garden and another one in another part of the hospital definitely helps, even if unconsciously, calm a soul down a little bit.
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Nice instances of where science and design are making positive improvements in our lives:) I remember hospitals as pretty starchy, forbidding places …
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One would think this a hotel lobby. Quite comfortable and inviting.
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