Frequently during my yoga class at the Patient House (where clinic in-patients stay), I think to myself “Oh the humanity.” There is just so much life. People with all sorts of ailments living on top of each other.
One thing I have noticed is that the patients take such good care of each other. Honestly, you’d be better off being among Burmese than Americans if you were old, incontinent, unable to walk or talk, etc… No ailment seems overly embarrassing, no normal bodily function repulsive.
One young man, an eye patient, carries his buddy, a paraplegic, up and down the stairs — during yoga he carefully arranges his friends legs. When a 20-something mentally disabled amputee (who recently suffered heart failure) was projectile vomiting during my class Friday, three different people leapt up to help.
All of these people were strangers 1 day, 1 week, or 1 month ago. Now they are like a family.
