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scheduled walk; he came out and walked with me to my room。 He explained that he and his wife had brought their teenage son to this hospital of hope from Iran。 They were still hoping; but things were not going well。 He told me of how I had encouraged him on that first dreadful night’s walking tour and how he was rooting for me。 For three more weeks we continued our conversations—each giving the other the gift of caring and friendship。 He told me of how he enjoyed seeing my family as they rallied around me and I was saddened by the loneliness of that small family so far from home。
Miraculously; there did e a day when the doctor told me I would be discharged the following morning。 That night I told my friend。 The next morning he came to my room。 I had been up and dressed since dawn。 My bright yellow dress gave me hope and I almost looked human。 We talked a bit。 I told him I would pray for his son。 He thanked me but shrugged his shoulders; indicating the hopelessness。 We knew we would never see each other again in this world。 This man in his sorrow was so happy for me。 I felt his love。 He took my hand and said; “You are my sister。” I answered back and said; “You are my brother。” He turned and left the room。 。。
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My family came to retrieve me。 Doctors and nurses to say their goodbyes and give orders。 All business had been taken care of。 After seven and a half weeks I was leaving the hospital room I had walked into with so much trepidation。
As I turned to walk down the corridor to the elevator; my brother stood in the doorway; smiling; nodding and giving his blessing。
It was 14 years ago today on March 17th 1990 that I entered that operating room and much has happened to the world since my brother and I said our last farewell。 Yet I th
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