Notes From MD Anderson Cancer Center

I have never seen such a perfect synthesis of optimism and despair on the faces of humanity as I have seen today...

An aged round short man with the northern half of his back sloping downward makes his way into the lobby. He has a deep voice, full of authority and self assuredness. I can only wonder how confident he really feels.

A black haired middle aged woman sits with worry in her deep set eyes. Those same eyes are enveloped with dark circular reminders of the wear on her faith. Her glance is suggestive of some buried truth that lies within. I imagine that she is a phantom of her former shell.

I wonder if a smile will help. I finally get a second chance.

Rendered...

In the instant that the force of my warmth  exits me an unhindered rush ripples through her empty glare with an intensity that depletes me. I have failed.