Apr 01 2009
It is midnight.
I am inwardly moaning and complaining about
the moaning, complaining woman next to me
who is keeping me awake.
I want to feel compassion.
And…I want to throttle her.
I ask the nurse, “Is there a quieter room?”
There is no escape.
How perfect – I am reading the book, “The Wisdom of No Escape”
about compassion and surrendering to what is.
My roomie and I cry together.
I ask about her and she tells me her story.
Her daughter died 4 months ago, which shattered her heart.
Ten days ago she crashed her car into a tree, which shattered her body.
“I am in so much pain,” she cries.
I want to hug her.
I want to hold her hand.
How perfect that she is my roommate.
She is reminding me about compassion.
I fall asleep sending her love on my out breaths.
This morning I watched the sun rise
over the mountains.
How wonderful to have this view
from my hospital bed.
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