The shut-in patient lies there coldly, but only as it seems, inclined as they are on their bed, awake but unable to respond. Family are there in abundance. Doctors and nurses too. The mood is harsh with consternation. Everyone it appears has a view of what the patient needs.
Yet how can they know?
The science of trial and error is imposed on the patient. They’re the ones experiencing the pain and discomfort, not to mention exposure; dignity has been sold for a long forgotten pittance.
How many act in courageous empathy... bold compassion... love by broad means?
How must it feel for the person laying on that bed... the person with feelings just like you and I?
God asks us to see from their eyes... to hear from their ears... to sense as only they’d sense... to climb inside their skin.
How’s it sound, look or feel from there?
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.