I went to visit my friend, who lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and we were going to spend a weekend together.
I’m not exactly a medical doctor, but I’m pretty comfortable with the idea of going to a friend’s house to go on a couple of dates.
So I asked if he would like to come.
He said, “Yes.”
I was so impressed with his response, I decided to go for it.
The next day, I got a call from a friend, telling me he wanted to go to a hospital.
I wasn’t prepared for the shock of it all, but my heart was in my throat.
It was a hospital that would treat my friend.
When I went, I was stunned to see the kind of facilities and the people that were so friendly and so welcoming.
It’s not like the average hospital.
This is a hospital I had never seen.
They told me it would be my friend’s last day at the hospital, and I was shocked.
I went in the room where my friend was waiting, and the doctor looked at me and said, Why are you here?
I told him that I was here because I was scared.
The doctor explained to me that he was the same one who said to me when I told my dad, “I have to go and see my dad.
I have to see my family,” I said.
It took me about 20 minutes to realize what had happened to my friend: He was going to see his dad for the first time.
I felt like my friend had died.
So when I came back to my home, I cried for the rest of the day.
It made me realize what happened to him.
This was a friend who was so kind, so welcoming, and who was able to make me feel like my life was not the way it was supposed to be.
Now, the most important thing that happens to a patient is that it can help someone else live.
A patient can feel so disconnected from his or her loved ones, but at the same time, there are so many people who love him or her.
That’s what I was trying to teach my friend to do: To not get so upset and feel like everything is broken and not be able to connect with anyone anymore.
The more I see people like this, the more I realize the importance of caring for a patient.
And when you care for someone, it’s hard not to want to take care of them and keep them safe.
What you see in the media is that we have this obsession with the hospital.
But a lot of people don’t know how a hospital is treated.
In my hospital, I didn’t have a lot.
I just knew I had to get better and get my own life back.
My friend was there when I got in the hospital and I didn?t know what to expect, and he was just so supportive and caring.
I had a few days to go, and then I was able see him again.
I cried all day long, but the next day I felt better.
I knew that I had been able to heal my friend from a trauma.
It really made me think, if we can make people better, maybe we can improve things as a society.
I am so grateful that I got to experience that first week with my friend and to be able see his life in a new light.
The other day, as we were driving to work, my friend said, Let me know when we get back to the hospital so I can see my brother.
I was just in awe of his reaction to that.
I really hope it helps others like him to get their own stories and their own experiences.
He had to be so afraid, and now he can see the positive side of the hospital again.