The walls of hospitals have heard more honest prayers than churches.
They have witnessed far more sincere kisses than those in airports.
It is in hospitals you see a homophobe being saved by a gay doctor.
A privileged doctor saving the life of a beggar.
In intensive care, you see a Jew taking care of a racist.
A police officer and a prisoner in the same room receive the same care.
A wealthy patient waiting for a liver transplant,
ready to receive the organ from a poor donor.
It is in these moments, when the hospital touches the wounds of people,
that different worlds intersect according to a divine design.
And in this communion of destinies, we realize that alone, we are nothing.