Then I went to the door opening it, Gina was standing there. I invited her in and closed the door. Gina said, " her car would not start." There was no...verbal response from me, I had just reached for her, a deep animal-like groan erupting from his throat," AGH!AGH!" and pulled her roughly to me. Her soft covered sun dress ripped away like so much tissue paper."STOP!, John! STOP, please! P-Please!" Her voice had resounded through the room in terror as I roughly pushed her down onto the sofa with. ”“Yeah, I guess everybody heard it.” Lynn smiled back, but not embarrassed.“As the face of the hospital, you would think that she would be a bit more accommodating to people. I mean, folks do not come here recreationally. When they walk in the door they want help or they want to see someone who needed help.”“Rule number one on my list of rules to be a cool human being. Don’t be a dick!” I laughed.“A great rule if you have to deal in any way with people. Anyway, the reason I came over is that. Using your knife to scratch an ‘X’ on the table tops and every other flat surface you could find when you were angry with me does make it look a little ‘used.’ I suppose I should feel lucky you didn’t use the knife on me, as you threatened to do so many times. Seriously, I doubt this letter will cause you more than a moment of guilt. That’s not my reason for writing. What I really wanted to tell you is, ‘Thanks.’ You taught me something, even if it took a black eye and a few broken ribs to. Hospital security might be keeping them safe from outside interference or bother, but the only way it could be done was by locking them inside a private hell.Good news rarely happened in the waiting room itself. Good news happened with family and friends gathered round the patient. Good news happened where recovered patients were wheeled out to their rides.Here there was little but the agonizing 'not knowing'.As she watched, an elderly Indian or Pakistani couple stood up as they were approached.