We Are All Really the Same

I am finishing up the book by John Ortberg entitled When the Game is Over It All Goes Back in the Box.  On page 208, the author quotes Wes Seeliger:

I have spent long hours in the intensive care waiting room watching with anguished people, listening to urgent questions:  Will my husband make it?  Will my child walk again?  How do you live without your companion of thirty years?


The intensive care waiting room is different from any other place in the world.  And the people who wait are different.  They can't do enough for each other.  No one is rude.  The distinctions of race and class melt away.  The garbage man loves his wife as much as the university professor loves his, and everyone understands this.  Each person pulls for everyone else.


In the intensive care waiting room, the world changes.  Vanity and pretense vanish.  The universe is focused on the doctor's next report.  If only it will show improvement.  Everyone knows that loving someone else is what life is all about.


Could we learn to love like that if we realized that every day of life is a day of life in the waiting room?


What else is there to say?  Much to think about.