By Jerry, Minnesota
As I often do, I declared myself a vehicle for the Mahanta one day before arriving at the hospital where I work. I would try my best to see with the Master’s eyes, listen with the Master’s ears, and feel with the Master’s heart.
A little while after I started my shift, I noticed the light flashing above a patient’s door. It indicated that a patient in the room needed assistance.
I knocked on her door. “Please come in,” said a voice inside the room. I entered and saw a woman lying in bed, bandaged and hooked up to IVs.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in an angry voice. Read More