A Day At The Hospital

Have you ever been to a hospital? I mean not a small clinic, but a real big hospital which contains all the departments (at least almost) of the medical field with research included. Oh! If you haven’t its a sight to see. It humbles our perspective of how much we think we are as sufferers.
Those who start from their home to a hospital for an appointment for any of their illness they are complaining of, will be put down to their place by the kind of real suffering going on around them. From a few months old babies to ailing old generation crawling around the whole place, makes your heart melt with feelings of empathy and sympathy for the human kind.

When people fight for different and various reasons like religion, caste, difference of opinion and God knows what kind of nonsense, do they even realise that there are lakhs of people in the hospital waiting to see just one more day in their life. Just one more day of the glorious life, they dream of. There are many who would consider themselves as blessed, if only they could just breath their own, instead of the ventilator doing that for them.

Small children suffering for no fault of theirs make your heart ache, if you have one. The tubes going through their nose feeding them with the necessary fluids to keep them alive, Ah; if only we were more grateful for the mercies and blessings in our life. The never ending line at the counters for admission or for an appointment to see the doctors, is frightful when you see, making you wonder, how many people are suffering in this world with ailing health.

Kudos to the medical fraternities who handles each case with ease and dedication. The never ending lines of patients and yet they greet each one with a smile on their face with patience and with an ever ready ears to listen to the case history of the patients.
All our qualifications and degrees become null and void in front of the humble service they do as a part of their professional progression they do for the society.
When there are medical professionals minting money with their private practices, there are a few but dedicated doctors dutifully and diligently working in public institutions bringing relief for the poor and needy and the high class society alike. Not showing any kind of partiality at all between the so called class divisions by the society.
Many come from far and wide to such institutions as they have all departmental solutions under one roof with the necessary technical support. They come seeking help and hope for their loved and dear ones to get a cure from the ailing they suffer from. Parents bringing their child, children bringing their parent, husband bringing wife, wife bringing husband, sisters shedding tears for their dear brother, brother accompanying sister for treatment, all sorts can be seen here.
One such visitation made me humbled and thankful enough to my God, for all the mercies, grace and blessings in my life, for if nothing I still can breath on my own, I can still feed myself, I can touch, I can feel, I can see, I can hear, I can speak, and I am alive to see another beautiful day in my life with all the loved ones in my life, surrounded with their love and care. How blessed I feel to have such a privilege in my life.