The Waiting Room

A few weeks ago, I was asked an interesting open-ended question: What was my earliest memory of feeling compassion for someone. I thought about it for a while. I was trying to really remember the first time I had those thoughts for others when I was a child. And then, I remembered. Every year, my family and I made the drive to inner city Los Angeles to the Shriners Hospital for Crippled Children. That was its name, they actually used the term – Crippled Children.  Now, don’t get me wrong. It was a beautiful hospital, doing amazing medical miracles...

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