We had to call an ambulance (again) for my dad Sunday morning. He is still in the hospital, but they will probably release him today, even though he may not be able to ambulate. I feel like we are walking on the razor's edge of a cliff. And we may or may not fall off. Well, of course we'll fall off. It's a matter of when.
Anyway, that is not the point of this post. The point of this post is 1) to talk about people in elevators, and 2) to share the last rhododendron photo of this series.
First, the elevators. You may already know this: People in hospital elevators are some of the nicest people in the world. A thirty second hospital elevator ride and ta-daaaaa! Instant connection. Talking, joking and "Have a Nice Day!"-ing. We are family, united by the illness of someone we care for. It could make one think that the world is a very friendly place! (Well, I already knew that, but some people just want, through their behavior, to try to prove otherwise.) I bet even those people would be friendly and sweet if we were to meet them on the hospital elevator.
Maybe hospitals spray Nice Juice in their elevators. Maybe we could find their source and spray it all over the world...
Below is the last rhodie that I'm going to post. I love the drops of water on the stems and petals.
The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
-Rumi
