My wife’s mother was unwell. We took her to the emergency room. With the pandemic, they wouldn’t let me in. One patient, one helper, that’s the rule. Mom was admitted to the hospital. I waited in the parking lot, recollecting the many hours I’d spent over the years in hospital rooms and corridors. There’s always something going on in a hospital … lives saved and lives lost … people thankful, people inconsolable … people close by their loved ones, holding hands. I felt dejected, sitting in the car, but regained my equanimity with a cellphone call … Mom was going to be just fine.